Following the latest system update, death in Dominion had beco far more punishing than before. When a player was killed, their corpse remained where it fell for ten full minutes. During that window, a Level 30 Cleric could resurrect them on the spot, restoring them to the fight as if death had never happened. If those ten minutes elapsed without a resurrection, the body would be erased from the world entirely, and only then could the player respawn at a designated resurrection point.
The penalties did not stop there. If a player logged out while dead before the tir expired, or before a Cleric could reach them, the system imposed an even harsher punishnt. They would be locked out of the ga for a full hour before being allowed to log back in and respawn, effectively turning death into forced downti.
Because Level 30 Clerics were still exceedingly rare at this stage of the ga, the four Savage Wolf bros had no choice but to lie face-down in the dirt for the entire ten minutes, helplessly waiting for the system to wipe their corpses and trigger their automatic respawn.
These refined chanics quietly reshaped the balance of the ga. In future Castle Sieges and large-scale Guild Wars, death would no longer be a minor inconvenience followed by an instant return to battle. The delay ant that positioning, timing, and survival mattered far more than raw numbers. A guild that wanted to win could no longer rely on zerging alone. If their front line collapsed, the battle was already lost.
"Did you see that?" soone shouted. "That Knight just wiped out the Savage Wolf squad. All four of them. Those bastards are finally dead."
A Knight lunged forward, grabbing the Sorcerer who had witnessed the fight and shaking him so hard his staff rattled. The desperation in his eyes was unmistakable. This was not admiration alone. It was personal.
"Yeah," the Sorcerer choked out. "He took them all down."
"Who was he? What’s his na? I want to follow him! I want him to be my leader!"
"I didn’t catch the na. It was over before I could even check. He was wearing a weird mask... he went that way."
"Right! I’m going after him!" The Knight took off in the direction the Sorcerer pointed.
"Co on! We gotta see who this guy is. Anyone who kills the Savage Wolf bros is a legend in my book!"
Within seconds, a small crowd of players broke into a run, chasing after the Knight who had started it.
Nearby, the hot-headed Warrior stared at the empty battlefield, his earlier skepticism replaced by genuine awe. He knew better than most how strong the Savage Wolf squad were. "All four of them," he muttered. "That guy’s a monster. I’ll give him that."
"Hah. See?" the Sorcerer said, unable to hide his satisfaction. "I told you."
"If he really killed those four, then yeah," the Warrior admitted reluctantly. "I believe you."
The Sorcerer grinned, chest swelling with pride. For once, he felt like he had been part of sothing big. By the ti he reached Dragon’s Peak Citadel, this story would already be spreading like wildfire.
"But..." the Warrior said slowly, his expression tightening again. He did not like how smug the Sorcerer suddenly looked. "There’s no way he did it in thirty seconds. That part is nonsense. They were all Level 25. That doesn’t add up."
"It was thirty seconds! I’m not lying!" the Sorcerer shot back, digging in.
"Thirty seconds to kill four Level 25 players?" The Warrior scoffed. "Show proof."
"Proof?"
"Yeah, no proof, right? You’re just talking big. Nobody’s brain can even follow a 1v4 that fast, let alone win one."
"Believe whatever you want," the Sorcerer said, rolling his eyes. "You’re just a low-tier player who’s never seen how the real top end moves. I’m done talking to you."
"Then show the recording," the Warrior pressed, smirking. "You expect to believe you watched a fight like that and didn’t hit record? You’re full of it."
The Sorcerer stopped dead and rounded on him. "Are you stupid? You literally just said no one’s brain could process it that fast. I didn’t even have ti to open the nu. I blinked, and it was over. By the ti I thought about recording, they were already dead."
The Warrior fell silent. So did several other players who had been listening nearby. The Sorcerer’s words were too vivid, too strangely convincing. It sounded less like a lie and more like the opening Chapter of a legend.
"Whatever," the Sorcerer said, shoving past them. "Believe it or don’t. I don’t care."
He headed toward the city, heart still pounding. He really hoped he’d run into that player again. He’d be the happiest guy in Dominion if he could just be that Knight’s sidekick.
"Hey! Wait!" the Warrior called, jogging after him. "I’m not done talking to you!"
Their argunt would eventually turn into an unlikely friendship, but for now, they were just two players chasing the shadow of soone already gone.
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After the fight, Marcus glanced at Lily and Amber, who were still standing there in stunned silence. He gave them a reassuring smile and gently ushered them away from the scene. If those thugs had reinforcents nearby, things could spiral out of control quickly. He was confident he could escape on his own, but Lily and Amber were both under Level 15. In a chaotic brawl, he might not be able to protect them both.
As they walked, Marcus found himself thinking about large-scale PvP. He realized he was not as overwhelmingly powerful as he had briefly felt. In his rush to protect the girls, he had charged in without activating any buffs or support skills. Even so, the enemy Sorcerer and Archer had managed to shave off around 150 health. With proper preparation, they could probably deal more damage.
If one player could hit that hard, then twenty attacking at once might genuinely pose a threat. Against coordinated numbers, even he could be overwheld. Major guilds could mobilize hundreds or even thousands of players without breaking a sweat. Against that kind of force, he was still just one man.
’But could twenty people really take down?’
On paper, maybe. In reality, it depended on execution. He was not a stationary target. He would not stand still and let himself be surrounded. Coordinating twenty players to strike him simultaneously was far more difficult than it sounded.
And then there were his beasts. His Nightmare Dragon Steed and his Level 9 Shadow-Stained Gryphon King were built for chaos. Their area-of-effect attacks thrived in crowded fights. The more enemies there were, the more devastating they beca.
Even so, Marcus knew better than to rely on them alone. Pets could amplify his strength, but they were not a substitute for it. His true foundation was his own skill. What he needed now were better abilities, stronger techniques, and a deeper understanding of his hidden class. The Temple Knight still held untapped potential, and he intended to squeeze every last drop from it.
He frowned slightly as another thought occurred to him. In the heat of battle, he had forgotten to use Insight to check the thugs’ nas. Still, he had morized their faces clearly enough. If they crossed his path again, he would not hesitate. He would kill them every ti. No warnings. No rcy.
Ten minutes later, the Savage Wolf bros finally respawned.
Fury burned through them as they imdiately rallied thirty mbers of their guild and charged back toward the West Gate, weapons drawn and tempers flaring. They were ready to make an example of whoever had dared to humiliate them.
But Marcus was already gone.
"Where is he?"
A hard-faced Warrior at the front of the pack let out a furious roar. Soone had actually dared to hit the Savage Wolf rcenaries. Unless that Knight ca forward to apologize and pay a huge fine, they were never letting this go.
The Savage Wolf bros had a leader of their own. And he looked like the kind of guy who knew exactly how to run a manhunt.
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