The Ice Prison Ring went full blast.
A pale blue frost mist blanketed the entire map sector.
Freeze!
Chaos Burn!
In an instant, eerie chaos flames ignited across the battlefield, lighting up every NPC like human torches.
Their health pools were massive, sure—but dropping 30,000 to 40,000 HP per second? That kind of DPS adds up fast.
"Coordinates 63.30—there's a priest channeling high-tier Dispel Magic. Take him out!"
Madman rode atop Quarla, alternating between micromanaging the high-level threats and barking out commands across the front.
As soon as he spoke, guild war parties across the map shifted focus. Mages and archers unleashed a storm of spells and arrows. Precision? Not needed. Just flood the area with pure destructive force.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
An entire mountaintop was flattened. Any NPC that dared to attempt disrupting the Ice Prison Ring paid the price—with body parts scattered across the frozen ground.
