A new war began, Night Razor's march…
The canyon, once a battlefield of chaotic slaughter, now became an arena of precision and ruthless execution.
With Night Razor now at the helm, the top guilds had finally abandoned their brute-force approach. They finally realized and accepted the shocking reality; they could not beat Lord Doom with numbers alone.
In a sense, they admitted defeat.
Gone was the blind arrogance of raw numbers, in its place was the terrifying discipline of a true war machine.
Thousands of players, once an unruly mob, now moved with purpose, coordination, and deadly intent.
Like a symphony of war, siege specialists took up formation, long-range spellcasters positioned themselves at optimal vantage points, and melee units formed ranks in an unbreakable phalanx, tightening the noose around Noah's team.
In just an instant, the battle in the Canyon of Ruins transformed.
Night Razor transformed it completely.
