It was already weeks since the battle of the Canyon of Ruins, and yet the entire 11th server was still in a state of shock.
After the Guild War in the canyon, every guild leader who had participated in the war was scarred, not just by defeat but by the sheer brutality of their loss.
They literally went with thousands, only to lose to five.
But none suffered the trauma more than Night Razor.
As the Paladin commander of the allied army, he had led the allied guild army with courage, precision, tactical brilliance, and inbuilt confidence, only to watch it all crumble to dust in minutes.
Noah, Lord Doom had torn through them like they were nothing.
His strategies were unraveled with such ease that he seemed like an 8-year-old child playing a game of chess against an adult.
And the worst part?
Night Razor had never felt so powerless in his life.
For days, he replayed the battle in his mind.
For weeks, he analyzed and trained in silence, trying to understand what went wrong.
