Marcus kept his eyes fixed on the Inferno Clan's Furious Three as he moved forward, unhurried, threading his way through the dense ranks of their guild members. There was no rush in his steps, no hesitation either, just a steady advance that spoke of quiet certainty.
Confident in what he was about to do, he reached up and removed the Fluffy Rabbit's Mask, slipping it into his inventory before replacing it with a plain Tiger-Head Mask he had picked up from a random shop, one with no stats and nothing remarkable about it. At the same time, he dismissed his Adamant Shield and Bat Dragon Cloud Sword, switching instead to a Level 30 two-handed spear. In a matter of seconds, his entire silhouette changed, his identity erased beneath something far more ordinary.
