Outside the dungeons, a player was watching the fight with the troll in awe. "Just who are they?" he wondered, "they managed to take down a troll so easily? And a whole unit too!"
This player was no one special. He was wearing a dark hoodie that covered his face, and he wore black clothes under black leather armor.
Around his neck was a dark black cape that waved down to his legs. All that was visible were his bright blue eyes that glowed like two pinpricks.
His game name was: Supreme Magus level twenty-two. Just as his name suggested, Magus was his class.
The players stared at the cold river's flowing water and a few ice glaciers that were half broken. The second unit did not leave a single trace after sinking into the icy river. First the troll and now the second unit.