The vigorous voice echoed around Small Path Square.
Even the flying insects had their buzzing froze for a moment.
The Black Robes players that gathered through all the connecting paths slowed down as well following the shout from Kieran.
They looked up to Kieran who was standing on top of the giant snakehead. Kieran was brewing a giant fireball in his left hand while a wicked aura erupted like a volcano.
Hesitations appeared on the player's face despite the blur.
They knew their healer squad had been vanquished and without certain assurance, the Black Robes weren't as fearless as before when facing Kieran who they knew wasn't a person to be trifled with.
Death was real within the game, no one could afford to be careless.
If one would look lightly at the consequences, they would be really knocking on death's door.
Fuuu!
The night wind blew across the big city and caused Kieran's feathered mantle to flutter. His eyes were calm as he glanced over the overwhelming enemies.