[Ding! Hacking is successful!]
"Hahaha, nothing can stand against me!"
John was standing deep within the heart of his zone, the rhythmic pulse of the city's construction humming in the background. He had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours in a frantic, high-stakes marathon between his territory and the valley that had served as a graveyard for the "Pirate" fleet and the Dragon vanguard.
Upon his return to the site, he found the battlefield eerily silent. It seemed the surviving Demons and Dragons were too preoccupied with their own licking wounds or internal politics to bother burying their fallen kin.
