Rain fell in shimmering droplets, each one glowing faintly from residual magic. The jungle behind the camp was still, but the winds carried a tension as thick as the fog curling between the trees.
Jaecar stood atop the stone palisade, twin blades unsheathed and dripping stormwater. His beastkin ears flicked, catching every distant footstep, every rustling leaf. Below him, Swamp Kingdom NPCs stood at the ready—archers, spearmen, two defensive marsh mages, and the partially damaged siege golem "Rook."
But they were outnumbered.
From the mist, shadows emerged—twenty players in matte-black armor, faces masked, their guild tags hidden behind anti-scry enchantments. No banners. No war horns. Just silent intention.
[Alert: Unknown Guild Presence Detected]
They have chosen Stealth Infiltration Protocol – Type: Hostile Observer
One of the Swamp Kingdom scouts whispered behind Jaecar, "Sir… they haven't crossed the defense radius. What are your orders?"
