Arvan snorted. "You need to leave this area right now. This event is for Garth city players. You are not allowed to monopolize it by turning it into your personal massacre ground. Get out. This is enough. Don't force our hand."
Damon's eyes glinted, lips quirking upward. "Monopolize?" He stepped forward slowly, the shadows curling around his boots. "I'm not monopolizing anything. I'm just farming. Same as everyone else."
"You've turned it into a PvP bloodbath," Lirael snapped. Her voice was sharp, and her golden aura flared, casting a warm glow that contrasted starkly with Damon's ominous presence.
"Do you even know how many players you have killed? Don't you know that people can feel pain when they die! Dying here in the game and dying in the real life gives the same amount of pain. Even if they resurrect again, it doesn't change the fact that you made them experience such pain."
