One by one, the others rushed in behind Orson, quickly mopping up the wounded NPCs scattered by the blast.
"Orson, are you even human?!"
Blank emerged from the rubble, covered in dust, absolutely furious as she stormed over and grabbed his collar. "Who gave you permission to drop an AOE nuke while I was still inside?!"
"Oh, right," Orson replied with a calm smile, zero remorse in his tone. "Totally slipped my mind you were in there. My bad."
"Our leader's got a fish brain, huh? Three-second memory?"
"Fish? He's got straight-up amnesia. Blank just dove in and he carpet-bombed the whole place. What the hell, man?!"
The Slaughter Guild players were full of righteous indignation.
Slaughter Spree stretched his neck, about to jump in with a scathing critique, but one icy glare from Bradley shut him right up.
"Probably just... a misclick," Slaughter Spree offered weakly, palms up.
A misclick? From one of Infinite Dimensions' top-tier archmages?
