Stark returned to [Shell City] after finally hitting level 30.
The wolf beneath him slowed its stride as the familiar walls came into view.
Stark reached forward, patting its head once before dismissing it into mist.
Traveling the last stretch on foot felt more grounded anyway.
But something was wrong. Noise.
A commotion spread across the gate area, louder than the usual player chatter.
Dozens of figures clustered together, voices raised, tension thick in the air.
Stark frowned and moved closer.
"…?"
The crowd had formed a half-circle.
At its center, [Shell City Guards] stood in formation, weapons raised, cornering two figures against the stone wall.
Stark's eyes narrowed.
"Huh."
The players trapped between the guards' spears were [Ghost] and [Starfall].
"Yeah, get them!" someone shouted.
"They killed our boss right here in your city, are you gonna let that slide?" another yelled.
"Hell yeah!"
The voices blended together, a mix of outrage and bloodlust.