Meanwhile, back in the frozen caverns, the entire Frozen Throne guild was busily jumping in and out of the black pool. While they were not getting frozen to near death, they calmly meditated and focused on recovery.
At first, they had been a little more unruly, but Sylvara had let slip that the patriarch might actually log into the game, which made everyone quiet down and focus on their progress.
"This is how it should be." Sylvara nodded in satisfaction. She was just about to close her eyes and get into her personal training when suddenly Nevin slumped next to her, wet and cold. "Did you check the world chat?"
"Why? What happened? Did the governments go all in already?" Sylvara's face instantly turned serious.
Nevin shook his head. "No, it's Blood God."
Sylvara let out an exasperated sigh. "What the hell did he do now?"
"Why do you hate him so much?" Nevin clicked his tongue. "He didn't do anything to us. He is killing it in PVP. Take a look."
