First Kill, Legendary Tier

A chill ran through the room at how casually Sterling had just talked about murder.

This early into the merge, most ordinary players still hadn't fully processed what any of it meant yet.

Hearing a man in an immaculate suit discuss killing someone like he was reviewing a quarterly budget landed with a weight none of them were prepared for.

One of the assembled players finally spoke, careful, testing the air. "Kael Mercer's good. Genuinely good. Killing him won't be the easy part of this plan."

Sterling only huffed, entirely unmoved. "Good doesn't matter without backing. Without a club behind him, he's just talent with no resources a casual player, same as anyone else out there."

"Extracting gear into the real world isn't cheap. You all know exactly how much gold the club spent getting your own equipment pulled through."

He let that land for a second. "You think a solo player affords that kind of expense on his own dime? Unless"