"Stop! Stop right now! What on earth do you want?"
They watched as the HP of the City Core dropped lower and lower.
Meanwhile, they were being held back by Lucien's summons.
Anxiety gnawed at their hearts; this was their final chance.
If the city fell, it wouldn't be long before their guild lost all ability to manage the ordinary people, whose levels were steadily rising.
Their privileges would also be severely diminished.
Having tasted the sweetness of exploiting others and the power to decide the fate of millions with a single word, how could they possibly give up the authority in their hands?
If they were truly forced back to their former lives, they would feel that death was preferable to living.
At that moment, Lucien glanced back at them.
He looked at these nine guild leaders, who usually stood high and mighty, now appearing like stray dogs.
This situation made Lucien feel a sense of trance-like disbelief.
