(Cervantez's POV)
Despite all his shortcomings as a friend, when it came to running a guild, Cervantez was an absolute machine.
Standing atop the Bernabeu City walls, He stoically observed the stalemate as the WhiteSaber guild walked towards their own death.
While on the surface, it looked like the WhiteSabers were an impressive guild, having thousands of engineers, dozens of war machines and an impressive supply of ammunition for their archers to use, in reality they were absolutely nothing in comparison to the DarkSky guild, who were currently merely conserving their strength.
Having prioritised quality over quantity and having controlled the critical supplies of the game for a long time, the DarkSky guild was no stranger to war.
Not only did the guild members have years of experience fighting the demons at the borders, but they also had access to vast reserves of ammunition of their own, which far surpassed anything the WhiteSabers could ever hope to muster.
