Currently on the outside, Broken Dawn stood opposite the envoys from the Eastern Camp, Dante Ironheart and the small-statured butler who looked like a child standing beside a giant of a man.
The butler's eyes narrowed into slits like those of a predatory beast.
The air was thick and heavy with tension, so heavy that even breathing became difficult for the weaker players and NPCs.
Even those who were relatively strong weren't faring any better.
In the midst of all this, SniperBowLegend remained rooted in his spot without budging… his expression calm, though on the inside his mind was a storm.
"Otherworlder… do you realise the gravity of your actions?" hissed Geoffrey as he glared at the archer.
"I realise what I'm doing," he replied, voice steady and firm. "This is no longer under the control of the Eastern or Northern Camp. It now belongs to our Broken Dawn guild."
