On the field—
A squad of players approached Xavier between waves.
"Hey, uh… want to join up? We could use a carry—"
"No."
His voice cut sharp.
He didn't even look at them.
"Damn. Cold."
Another wave burst open. This time, corrupted centaurs and reaper drones swarmed from the left flank.
Xavier blinked through them, unleashed Spirit Host, and slashed in a wide arc.
[Passive Trigger: Dimensional Howl]
[Kill +11]
[Combo x28]
[Multiplier: 2.7x]
People were staring now. Even enemy guilds slowed down mid-fight just to watch him work.
"Who is that guy?"
"Is he a GM alt?"
"No—his class tag says Riftlord."
"That's a mythic fusion class! What the hell…"
Lucas and Ethan watched, steam building behind their calm faces.
"He's not even trying to hide," Lucas said. "Just flaunting it."
Ethan's jaw clenched. "I hate him."
Lucas sneered. "He doesn't even deserve that gear. Bet he bought the account."
Ethan muttered, "Let him have his fun. I'll end him during the boss phase."
