Rescue Operation!!!!

Jack watched all the players perish without giving a single fuck— or that's what it looked like anyway. 

Their numbers kept dwindling, but even then, he didn't do anything about it, only gently smiling. He looked as if a man watching grass be cut, completely indifferent. 

As their bodies were crushed and their limbs severed, many gave a resentful glance his way.

Why, why, just why?! Why hadn't he saved them?! It would have been so damn easy for him! All he had to do was kill the damn shadowy creatures! 

But he didn't, even as they disappeared, even as they lost their hard-earned XP. This was what being abandoned felt like. 

Surprisingly, the old cultist survived until the end, but even he was about to go down. As the life left his eyes, he gave an apologetic smile toward his king for dying so quickly. 

Jack was left alone with the dozen hunters.