Damon knew it better than anyone. The Abyssal Gate was not some neat little dungeon or a tidy raid boss that could be corralled by strategy guides and guild formations. It was chaos made flesh, the kind of event designed to bury cities, reset power balances, and force both players and NPC factions into the grinder.
Even with his foresight, Damon could only predict the opening moves. The first wave would tear Lotera apart, tens of thousands of players and NPCs slaughtered in the streets before they even realized what was happening.
The guards wouldn't respawn. The safe zones would collapse. Death penalties would stack until most players tried to log out in despair, only to find that they simply cannot get out of this hellhole that easily. That was the disaster. That was the hellstorm.
But after the storm died down a little, there was a small chance of survival. That too, if one knew where to step and where not to step. And in that, Damon planned to bloom.
