Below Faust, the battle raged on. Everyone had lost track of the axe wielding player and were dragged back into the reality of the ongoing event.
Intercepting Midnight Lynx and facing the strongest teams of goblins and Kobolds became a task for the others. Teams with high-level Observe users would roam the walls for assassins. And people with special skills or Schemas stopped the trolls.
Faust walked the walls calmly. The battle stretched along the west side of the Novice village for what felt like miles. There was more fighting at the northern and southern gates.
It's like a small war.
Faust couldn't blame the people too scared to participate. The sounds of explosions, screaming and death rattled everything behind the wall. People peek from the small houses of the village every few minutes, checking if the walls had been broken.
It was a terrifying thing to be dragged from your life into hell.
