Dante scratched his cheek as he stared at the towering wooden walls.
"Huh. Looks sturdy."
"It is… at least visually." The butler nodded. "Young Master Kairos finally started showing effort. I must commend him later for—"
The gate guards didn't let them finish.
"Halt!"
Seven players and NPCs rushed forward, spears and rifles raised. Their faces showed clear tension, but also something else—fatigue, as if they'd been stressed for days.
One guard pointed at the truck. "Identify yourselves!"
Dante tilted his head, confused.
"We're entering the camp," was what he said.
"This is Broken Dawn territory!" the guard snapped. "Kairos and Bai Young no longer rule here!"
The butler stopped mid-step.
"…Pardon?" he asked politely.
The guard continued aggressively, "The former lords have been overthrown. This camp belongs to the Broken Dawn guild now. If you take one more step inside, we'll be forced to—"
"Eh?" Dante blinked. "Overthrown? Kairos? Bai Young? Those two?"
He wasn't angry.
