The Price on His Head

It took only seconds.

The Colossus crushed the frontline. The Wraithlord's charge tore through what remained.

Lyra picked off targets one arrow at a time, and Thunder Roc wiped out whole groups under chains of golden lightning, each strike leaving a ring of scorched earth and empty armor.

The wasteland rang with the crack of thunder and the dull crunch of steel folding like paper.

Two thousand players had come to bury one man. Now they were the ones being buried.

Cries for help filled the air. Players begged their officers for orders. Others ran and found their escape routes already cut off. A few screamed for their mothers as the next attack came down.

Ironclad was coming apart.

Across Ascension's streaming platforms, the chat boxes exploded.

>"WHAT THE HELL?!"

> "He actually took on two thousand players!"

> "Is Unrivaled even human?!"

> "Those companions are basically four raid bosses!"