Dexter watched how the Limitless Alliance defended themselves from the never-ending onslaught of different guilds — who had their tacit approval to attack only the Limitless Alliance.
Fireballs, arrows, and all kinds of projectiles bombarded the makeshift wall built with planks, while the defenders also rained spells and arrows down upon the attackers.
But the chaos was so random that even naked players riding oxen were busy looting corpses — whether from the Limitless Alliance or the attacking guilds.
"DON'T FUCKING LOOT WHILE FIGHTING, GODDAMNIT!"
"REPORT THOSE IDIOTS! KICK THEM FROM THE GUILD!"
This was the problem with an alliance that accepted almost everyone — no standards, no enforcement of their own rules. Though the Limitless Alliance had far more players than any other, their camaraderie and discipline had become a joke.
