The battle ended as quickly as it had begun—just like Ryan's first incursion into Dark Horde territory. A surprise assault, a swift dismantling of the enemy's resistance, and finally, an overwhelming victory.
The elite warriors of the Ironblood Covenant now lay sprawled across the ground, motionless. Nearby, Alliance players erupted into cheers as they chased down the few Orc faction survivors still limping away from the chaos.
"Quick, let's go take down that Guardian!"
Ryan scanned the battlefield. The area around the Guardian had cleared out—players gave it a wide berth, still haunted by the memory of its recent rampage. Even passing strangers avoided its vicinity, as though proximity alone would invite death.
The Guardian itself lumbered in slow, deliberate steps, its health fully regenerated. To Ryan, it now looked like a plump, juicy steak—just waiting to be carved.
