You Pointed a Finger at the Wrong Man    

There was no honor or chivalry in Devil Rising's actions, only opportunistic cruelty.

Disruptions in formation were their specialty, pushing players out of strategic positions and into the grasp of their relentless foes. 

The room became a battleground for both the living and the undead, with players clashing with skeletons while simultaneously fending off the ambushes orchestrated by Devil's Rising.

The air crackled with tension and unease as alliances formed and dissolved in the blink of an eye. Shouts of frustration and anger mingled with the clashing of weapons and the haunting rattling of bones. 

Players struggled to regain their composure, their faces etched with a mixture of frustration and trepidation.

Amidst the chaos, Xin and the others' disapproval was evident, his head shaking slowly as he observed the reprehensible behavior unfolding before them.