Farewell

POV Vesuvius sometime later:

A large underground chamber was crowded with people in black. The chamber was vast, with a high ceiling and entirely enshrouded in darkness.

The hooded figures waited in absolute darkness as if waiting for something.

None of them looked happy. Their masks were shaped to look like dragon heads hiding their frowns.

"Are they kidding me? Why must be a new update right now?"

"I want to play more now. I need it!"

"Dammit, I just hope that this faction will still exist after we return."

"Hahaha, don't worry, my friends, we are not one of these factions rules by feeble humans! There is no way that our boss will just die."

The dragon hidden within thick clouds of smoke quietly observed his minions, knowing that this would be a farewell for a long time.

He still felt confused about what had happened to his players in the last few days. Sadly, he could only piece together that something big happened outside that affected the whole earth.