Under Attack

The air outside the building Hiro had just run out of had turned dark. The strong smell of gunpowder caused the people who were shocked by the explosion to cough violently.

Giant clouds of black smoke covered the last residential area Hiro just passed by just a few minutes ago.

"What's going on!?"

"Attack! It's an attack!"

"Terrorists! Run, save yourselves!"

Dozens of players were running away from the residential area. They were full of fear and despair, as if they had just seen something terrifying.

Hiro stopped a dwarven player who was running very slowly among the others.

"What's going on?" he asked with a serious look on his face.

The dwarf was surprised and trembling. His clothes were already burnt, while some parts of his skin were blistered and had even turned black.

"Get out of here, hurry! This game isn't safe anymore! Terrorists! Terrorists!"

That dwarf struggled to free himself from Hiro's grip.