Objective achieved, mission complete. It was time to disappear and return to what really mattered: leveling up.
Using the chaos of the crowd as cover, Marcus slipped away without drawing attention, making his way toward the entrance to the fourth level of Black Rock Spire, where DragonBlade and the others were waiting. A faint, private chuckle echoed in his mind. Pebble who had led the charge against the Inferno Clan, was already dead. No one would suspect Marcus had been the invisible hand behind everything, and even if they tried, they would never piece together what had truly happened. Right now, not a single player spared him a glance as he left.
The third level of Black Rock Spire had descended into pure frenzy. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for, the perfect window for both slaughter and loot, and every eye was locked onto Cabaro and the remnants of the Inferno Clan.
