Camelot

The wind was cold, and Ikky felt it on his face, cutting and painful, the footprints of the humans left a clearly distinguishable trail in the snowy landscape, there were two thousand players at the beginning, now we only had a few more than 1960 left.

As the days went by Ikky became aware of the fact, in just a few weeks more than thirty players had died, or they avoided immediately entering into another great conflict or the prospect of all or a large part finishing that game and collecting the bonus would be very complicated.

The players could not take great risks, they had to become strong and begin to grow in that world of power and magic.

It had barely been a week since they arrived in Sentria and their lives had already participated in epic battles. It was a much tougher world than any of them could have imagined when they decided to participate in this game.