Running on fumes
"Move quickly!"
At this moment, James was leading a group of people rapidly towards the foot of the mountain.
He had vaguely heard the sound of explosions earlier, and his anxiety was growing.
The guild members following him, seeing his urgency, dared not slack off any longer.
They were dissatisfied with being commanded by a player weaker than themselves, hoping that Irving would get into trouble first, but they never intended for anyone to actually die.
Boom!
Another violent explosion echoed from within the mountain.
As they drew closer, they began to hear the sounds of screaming.
"Something's really happened." one of the players said with a grim face, then glared at his companion. "Even if that guy is weaker, he's still here to help us. Do you really want him to die at their hands?"
"Alright, enough talking. Let's hurry over."
"This prank has gone way too far..."