The Battlefield Outside the Walls

Ollan was speechless. Though he was extremely interested in learning about Hadurt's reasoning and logic, Ollan didn't see that battlefield as a fitting place for such a discussion.

Vlad was furious. He was a former, low-level ancient hero that got picked up and trained by the syndicate. Everything he had was thanks to the syndicate and his half-century of service was almost up. Soon, he along with his comrades would ascend, yet the leader he had admired now abandoned them.

"Any more questions?" Hadurt asked, casually readying his weapon. "Going once… Going twice…"

"Those behind me, split up! Half of you face the fox while the other half form a new hole and breach the guild!" Ollan shouted into a guild contact crystal, making sure his forces weren't unorganized. "According to record, that fox shouldn't be anywhere near your level. Avoid his flames and play it safe!"

As Ollan stored the contact crystal, Hadurt nodded. "Anything else?"