Glass Cannon

Nothing sharpens a crowd like money.

Sterling's bounty rolled across the Scarred Waste, and the change in Ironclad was immediate.

A hundred thousand dollars, one head. To the melee players closing in, Kael stopped looking like a man and started looking like a winning lottery ticket with legs.

Blades came up. Boots hammered the cracked earth. A wall of steel surged toward the lone figure in the churned dust, while behind it the archers and mages found their mark and let loose.

The sky lit up. Arrows and spells came down in a glittering storm, converging on Kael from every angle at once.

Millions of viewers held their breath.

>"Oh no. They've got him!"

>"Called it. Three seconds of cool, tops."

>"Monster stats don't mean anything once the master drops. That's the whole class!"

>"Number one on the Ascendant Rankings, and he's still a glass cannon. Beastlords are paper."