"Everyone... run!" the vice guild master screamed, his voice breaking from panic as the true danger of the shadow slaves finally hit him like a sledgehammer.
"Log out! Everyone log out!" Amon yelled, desperation thick in his voice. In his mind, that was the only path left — the only flicker of hope to escape the impending slaughter.
"We can't… I've been trying to log out even before we engaged the shadow slaves in battle," a timid female guild member admitted shakily, her face pale and her lips trembling. She had wanted to grab her camera from the real world to capture the moment — a moment she now regretted chasing.
[Notice!]
[You cannot return to your world when faced with shadow slaves!]
That message — cold, emotionless, absolute — had appeared repeatedly, and while she'd brushed it off at first, the weight of its implications now settled in her chest like a stone.
