"How should I know...? It's not like we're... ahem, native players who spawned here."
Zhang San shrugged, waving his hand dismissively. "Who cares? It's just a game."
"Worst case, we just go down there and fight. If we win, great. If we die... just think of it as a free teleport back to the sect, or a forced logout."
Li nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Good point. Let's send a private message to the guild leader. Tell the First Senior Brother that we've died a valiant death, and he can avenge us later!"
"Makes sense! Let's go!"
The two exchanged a smile, and the light from the flying swords beneath their feet flared brightly.
SWOOSH—!
Two streaks of light cut across the sky, heading straight for the war-torn area below the city walls.
...
The perspective shifts back to the ground.
Mrs. Wang was being dragged along, stumbling, by the City Guard next to her, but her spirit seemed to have been left behind at the intersection.
