Soon, the entire army of players was ready to march.
They didn't bother waiting for the Beast Tide to officially begin.
Even though the system notification had clearly stated the invasion would start in 12 hours, none of the guild-led strike squads were willing to sit around. With tens of thousands of players gathered—most of them heavily equipped and brimming with anticipation—the choice was unanimous:
Attack first. Hit fast. Steal the kill.
One after another, each team surged into the Black Forest, charging in from different directions. The ground shook beneath the mass of footsteps, trees shuddered with every war cry, and spells began flying before any enemy had even shown its face. Fireballs lit up the sky. Ice shards ripped through branches. Arrows zipped past like hail. In seconds, the forest was glowing with elemental explosions.
No tactics. No structure. Just raw aggression.