Shanghai, China...
In a luxurious high-rise apartnt overlooking the neon-lit skyline of Shanghai, a storm was brewing.
Inside a soundproofed personal gaming chamber, an ergonomic black gaming chair reclined slightly as a figure sat comfortably, his long black hair tied in a loose ponytail, a few strands falling like drifting leaves over his sharp, regal features.
His dark blue eyes, deep as an ocean, reflected the holographic interface before him.
On one screen, live Warstar feeds.
On another, forums exploding with hysteria.
(Lord Doom vs the Top Guilds in England!)
It was the trending topic in global Warstar forums.
An entire warzone for five players.
Yes, the news transcended borders, also getting to China.
Since the first Warstar RPG World Championship was played, Warstar truly transcended international borders, making the different national Warstar communities interconnected.
The ga had beco a truly global battlefield. No longer just a national pro scene, happenings in one country’s mini server rippled across continents.
This was why the news of Lord Doom’s situation spread globally.
Even China’s top eSports organizations took note of this bizarre war unfolding in the English borders of the 11th server.
And now, so did ng Wu Ya.
He exhaled softly, tapping his fingers on the polished wooden desk beside him. "Heh..., interesting".
A smirk touched his lips. ng Wu Ya wasn’t one to be easily intrigued.
His SSS-Rank unique skill, Chrono Dominion, made him a living nightmare on the battlefield, a nightmare that he was getting used to.
He stood at the peak of Warstar’s professional scene.
And yet, this Lord Doom...
There was sothing about him.
Sothing that made a God-level player like himself... curious.
"Well, let’s see if this legend lives up to the hype".
With a lazy flick of his wrist, he entered a secure marketplace portal, purchasing an alternate account.
Apart from the Heavenly Domain where the ga becos unified, rging all parts of the ga into one limitless map, beginner villages and starting domains are usually unique to Warstar-playing countries.
England’s beginner village and starting domain was different from China’s beginner village.
This was why to get access to England’s starting domain and its Canyon of Ruin; ng Wu Ya bought an English-registered 11th server Avatar.
A level 20 Avatar spawned into the 11th server.
The mont he logged in, countless players flooded past him, all rushing toward one direction..., the Canyon of Ruin.
His smile deepened.
"Ti to spectate a massacre..., or witness history in the making".
And with that, ng Wu Ya vanished into the shadows of the digital battlefield, joining the countless others who ca to watch this guild war.
...
Canyon of Ruins...
The battlefield was set.
The entire 11th server seed to have converged on this one location, a storm of players from the top guilds filling the canyon like an unstoppable tidal wave.
Thousands of players.
Guild banners flying high.
Battle formations set.
It was an overwhelming force, a show of absolute dominance from the ruling elite of Warstar in the English scene.
Against them... stood five.
Lord Doom, Reckless Storm, Misty Rose, Captain Batman, Enlightened Fla...
And they would fight this war alone, or so they thought.
...
London, a private lounge...
Under the dim glow of gold and crimson neon, Nightingale’s fingers flew across his holo-keyboard. His rose-colored eyes, srizing enough to captivate millions were locked onto the live feed of the impending battle.
Warstar had always been a passion for him and his crew, but more than that, they were fans.
And above all, they were God Noah fans.
This wasn’t just so random event.
This was history in the making, but Noah’s crew was outnumbered. Severely outnumbered.
Nightingale felt an unnatural feeling of rage simr in him today. ’These bastards! Do they even know who they’re going up against?!’
’I’m pretty sure that a lot of them see God Noah as their idol’.
’The nerve of them!’
Nightingale’s heart pounded; they had to do sothing!
He fired off a private chat.
{Deadly Musician: God Noah! We’re watching! What do you need? We’ll fight with you!}
A mont later, the reply ca.
{Lord Doom: No, this is our fight.}
Nightingale gritted his teeth. ’Damn it, Noah!’
But then, another ssage popped up.
{Lord Doom: If you want to help though, do one thing. Bring supplies, potions. As many as you can carry.}
Nightingale froze. That was it?
No desperate plea for backup? No calls for reinforcents?
Just potions?
A small chuckle escaped his lips.
Of course, this was Lord Doom.
Even facing the entire world, the only thing he asked for was the ans to keep on fighting.
Nightingale took a deep breath, then turned to his crew.
"We have a job to do".
...
Canyon of Ruins...
The guild armies before them were an unshakable wall, their sheer numbers almost suffocating.
Noah’s team stood on the rocky ridge of the canyon, their eyes scanning the battlefield. From the very start, they knew it would be bad.
But even they didn’t expect this level of aggression.
Aria scoffed, gripping her Blades of Aamon. "Damn..., they really want us dead, huh?"
Genevieve, calm as always, rely sighed. "I hope everyone prepared their wills. Well, I warned you guys".
Caleb adjusted his Summoner’s Grimoire, calculating odds in his mind. "Mathematically speaking..., we should be dead by the end of this".
Benjamin however, was grinning. "Taking on the world, huh?"
"I guess this is when they saw we poked the hornet’s nest, right? Haha".
Then, he raised his magic staff dramatically, striking a ridiculously heroic pose. "Watch guys!" He laughed.
"If the heavens defy , I shall cleave through the heavens!"
Silence.
Aria imdiately punched him in the shoulder. "Shut the hell up".
But beneath their casual banter, their fighting spirit burned brighter than ever.
For 10 years, they’ve fought in the Pro Alliance, taking on multiple different pro players with different overbearing and insidious playing styles.
They’ve fought in hundreds of map locations, pushed their capabilities to the maximum against talented and imnsely skilled players.
They’ve played in Warstar RPG Champions league finals; they’ve won many and lost so.
And yet, in all of that, never have they faced a situation where they needed to fight against a thousand players.
This... was a new challenge even for them.
But when have they ever given up?
Even when they lost to Gabriel’s Phoenix Rising, till the last mont, they never gave up, they kept on going, trying to turn the situation around.
This ti was no different.
Noah took a step forward.
His Aetherforge shifted, forming into its Rifle form, glowing with ethereal light. His voice was calm, almost amused, but clearly excited.
"Co on, then".
...
A few minutes later, in the ga...
They arrived silently, like ghosts in the canyon.
Beneath the chaos, in the shadowed recesses of the canyon, a second operation unfolded out of sight.
While the guild armies gathered on the ridges and floodplains, bracing for battle, four figures moved like wraiths through the rock formations; silent, precise, and unseen.
Nightingale and his crew had arrived.
Nightingale’s in-ga Avatar, Deadly Musician was modeled after his real body but since it was a ga Avatar, it would take his most avid fans to recognize him inside the ga
His golden hair was wrapped in a dark cloth, dimming its radiance in the moonlit canyon. His Blademaster, Deadly Musician moved with a dancer’s grace, each step calculated to avoid detection.
Behind him, Walter, his fellow Blademaster, Silky Strings kept pace, his black hair blending effortlessly into the shadows.
Freeman, the bald Elentalist, Death Note was eerily silent for once, his eyes flickering with quiet excitent.
And then there was Thalia, small, light on her feet. Her Cleric, Healing lody moving with an almost ghostly presence.
Her deep black eyes darted nervously at the massive army above them.
"This is insane!" She whispered.
"Do they seriously think they can fight this?"
Nightingale didn’t answer, he wanted to know that himself.
And then, they finally found them.
They found them on the far edge of the canyon, tucked into a jagged outcrop. Noah’s team stood in the darkness; weapons ready.
Even though they knew Nightingale was coming, their posture remained alert, eyes sharp like they were back in the pro scene.
This was a battlefield, after all.
Nightingale smirked.
They weren’t nervous, they weren’t afraid, rather they were clearly exhilarated. This was a good sign.
The potions and supplies were exchanged quickly, no wasted words.
Healing lody stepped forward, her delicate fingers glowing as she summoned a few soft, green orbs of rejuvenation, pushing them into Genevieve’s hands. These cost her quite a fortune.
"Extra healing reserves," Thalia muttered. "For ergencies".
Genevieve nodded in thanks, but her calm eyes carried undeniable confidence.
They didn’t plan on needing them.
Freeman exhaled, shaking his head. "You guys are actually doing this".
Walter folded his arms. "Against thousands of players, with just five of you".
Nightingale chuckled, staring at Noah. "I have to ask..., how exactly do you plan on surviving?"
Noah took the last crate of potions from him, barely sparing a glance.
"You’ll see".
His voice was steady, assured, as if victory was already inevitable.
A shiver ran down Nightingale’s spin.
This was no act, Noah truly believed it.
...And now, so did they.
No more words were exchanged. Nightingale’s team disappeared back into the shadows, retracing their silent steps out of the canyon.
Thalia cast one last glance over her shoulder, watching as Noah and his crew stood against the impossible.
She exhaled. "They’re insane".
Nightingale smiled. "Maybe".
Then, in the distance...
The first war horns sounded.
The guild war had begun.
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