The Slime Fields were a sprawling expanse of bubbling blue muck and rotting vegetation that smelled completely awful.
It was a zone designed by the Spire rendering engine to be utterly miserable. It was just a low-level grinding area meant to test the patience of novice players.
But right now, it was a graveyard of elite pride!
Vahn Ryker stood at the edge of the newly formed marsh with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark combat jacket.
The surface tension of the mud had been entirely deleted by his administrative override.
Where the heavily armored Vanguard of the Silver Fang Guild had once stood, there were now only slowly dissipating ripples and the faint digital glow of forced logouts.
"Well, that was certainly one way to handle a territorial dispute." Hana noted while stepping carefully onto a flat stone near the edge of the swamp.
