Far from Titan Corp's polished boardrooms and their quietly hostile meeting halls, Raven returned to the Throne Wars.
However, different from the previous day, the situation in the inner sanctum was far more hectic. As Raven materialized into the game, he paused.
Something was off.
Instead of the usual player deployment toward the front lines, the sanctum was swarming. Dozens—no, hundreds—of players stood gathered, some grouped by guild tags, others wandering nervously with weapons half-drawn.
He stood still for a moment, letting the atmosphere sink in. This wasn't a usual rally point or pre-raid meetup. This was something else.
Mass login surge? Last-minute strategy briefing? A coordinated guild convergence?
Then someone nearby shouted, their voice raw with urgency.
"PREPARE INNER SANCTUM DEFENSE!"
Raven turned to look at the speaker, his gaze sharpening. This wasn't organization.
It was panic.
