Arlon continued moving across Trion, fighting at the front lines and clearing them one by one.
Without pause, without hesitation.
Now that night had fallen, and all the players were forcibly logged out, the battlefield had changed. And so did his priorities.
At Zephyrion's request, Arlon shifted his destination.
Thankfully, the Gamers Guild had done their part. They'd managed to push back most of the Named Monsters in Vraka—no small feat, considering what they were up against.
But a few of them still lingered.
And even one Named Monster was a threat that couldn't be ignored.
So, Arlon headed straight for Vraka.
The battle didn't last long.
With his current power, clearing the remaining Named Monsters was less a fight and more a cleanup.
One swing, one burst of magic—he erased the enemies that would've taken dozens of players to defeat.
He was too strong now.
If it came down to it, Zephyrion could have ordered the villages evacuated and let Arlon unleash his full strength.
