Chapter 145: Threat
Noah looked at his teammates and Nightingale, piercing them with a calm gaze as they also drew their gaze from the map, focusing on him.
He continued. "Guild Echelon is a threat".
"A threat to the status quo that has been established since the inception of the Pro Alliance when the top guilds rose, becoming top guilds".
"Since then, they’ve had an iron grip of the game, always unchallenged but Lord Doom’s rise has challenged that iron grip, first in the 11th server".
"In the 11th server, they tacitly let it after that guild war. They were helpless, too weak to do anything, and so they let us grow".
"But in here? In their backyard," Noah shook his head. "I’m not naïve enough to believe that they’ll let us do what we want".
"The moment we establish ourselves, they’ll suppress us at every turn". He leaned forward, tapping the map. "They’ll choke off resources, block raids, monopolize dungeons, and even go as far as hunting us down in the field".
"They’ll throw everything at us to make sure Guild Echelon stays beneath them. It’s what top guilds do, its what keeps them in power".
Noah’s words were like drenching them in cold water. With slightly grim looks on their faces, they kept their focus on him.
Nightingale exhaled sharply, adjusting his gloves. "They won’t just let a wildcard guild like us rise uncontested. They’ll see us as a threat the moment we set foot here," he paused. "And we already did".
Aria, ever brash, smirked. "Let them come. I wouldn’t mind cracking some skulls".