The Arena was packed to the brim.
Millions of players, some from the 11th server, some who had transferred all the way from other servers just for this moment had gathered, their eyes locked on the battlefield.
The air was thick with anticipation, the collective tension crackling like a storm waiting to explode.
Lord Doom vs Reckless Storm..., the rematch.
The return of the PK King.
The Arena's countdown began.
3…
Reckless Storm tilted her head, cracking her neck.
Her fingers twitched over the hilts of her twin swords, a smirk tugging at her lips. She had been waiting for this.
It was just a week ago or so but it felt like forever to her already.
For the first time in forever, she was up against an opponent that made her blood sing a bloodthirsty symphony.
2…
Lord Doom stood still. No stance, no theatrics.
His Aetherforge hovered at his side, shifting forms at random; one moment a Battle lance, the next Twin Swords, a Rifle, a Shield, and Daggers.
