Outside the building, the flow of players did not stop. They came in waves from every direction, weapons stained with blood, armor cracked, eyes burning with greed and exhaustion.
Shouts overlapped chaotically as they gathered at the base of the intact tower. They point upward, sensing the same pull.
"The Apex is inside!"
"He's hiding up there!"
"If we kill him, the rewards will be insane!"
"That's the strongest player! The system won't be stingy!"
Rumors stacked on top of rumors, growing louder and more distorted with every passing second. No one knew the exact reward but everyone believed it would be worth everything. They would got the skills, titles, rare items, and the Authority-whatever that might be. Maybe even a direct favor from the World Master.
Dozens of them said the same thing at once.
But dozens of hunters also meant dozens of knives pointed at each other's backs.
