The Scales of Victory
Inside the castle, the air was thick with the smoke of battle.
James, leading over two hundred Group members, was locked in fierce combat with the players from The Brotherhood of Night Blades. Severed limbs and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere, even some blood-stained organs, and the bloodstains had turned the floor a deep crimson.
"Damn it, I underestimated these people's strength…" James's armor was stained red, and his body was covered with wounds.
The reason The Brotherhood of Night Blades had managed to aggressively take over more than ten Groups in just a few days was not to be ignored.Their strength was formidable.
Although James and his team had launched a surprise night raid on The Brotherhood of Night Blades, gaining the upper hand by infiltrating the castle unexpectedly, the members of The Brotherhood quickly recovered from the shock, regrouped, and mounted a fierce counterattack.