Ethan could feel the gap between the two classes more clearly than ever, even at this early stage. Ryan was strong now, but the difference would only grow wider later, which was a frightening thought on its own.
"Attack!" Ethan shouted. He didn't hesitate. He sprinted toward the exit, blades raised, forcing the others into motion.
A moment earlier he had tried using a Free Teleport Stone, but the system had blocked it. There was no escape, no shortcut out of this place, the only path forward was through the enemy.
Ryan's earlier attack had blasted down the entire corridor in one straight, devastating line. More than ten thousand players had been wiped out in that single strike, and now his name floated over his head in a deep, blood-red glow. Markham eyed it with a strange, almost jealous look, as if wishing for that kind of notoriety himself.
