The Valley of Cinders was a ruined mess of crushed armor and flattened egos.
The Gravity Domain had done its job entirely too well. The Vanguard of the Golden Lions and Crimson Skulls lay pinned to the dirt, their health bars hovering agonizingly close to zero.
But Baron_K was not a normal player. He was a whale! He was a trust fund kid who had dumped half his real world inheritance into the game's micro transactions before the server even fully stabilized.
Down in the mud, Baron_K managed to twitch his fingers. He accessed his premium inventory.
A golden light flashed around his crushed body, dispelling the lingering effects of the gravity well and instantly restoring his health to full.
It was a single use, legendary tier revival token that cost more than Sebastian's entire apartment complex.
Baron_K scrambled to his feet, his face twisted into a mask of pure humiliation. He looked at his flattened guildmates, then up at the towering black walls of Sanctuary.
