Discordance

Standing on the outside of the magic barrier, many players were smacking on it, trying to see if it had a durability bar or something. But even after hundreds of hits, it didn't even seem to dim.

Most of the smaller guilds started becoming displeased. Someone had baited them here with the prospect of a fortress from which to grow into bigger guilds.

But ever since the top ten guilds had stepped foot near this battlefield, they had taken control of it, and had used them as cannon fodder.

And now, they couldn't even enter if they wanted to. There was no way of knowing how long this would last, either.

The situation suddenly looked terrible for them. Their members had lost levels by the handful, and there was still no capture in sight.

When the first smaller guild gave up, it rapidly created a domino effect. One after the other, smaller guilds grabbed their members and supplies and left the battlefield.