From the gaps of their homes, the refugees of the Broken Dawn camp watched with horror on their faces.
Outside, the battle was still raging fiercely. Players were spawning and turning into data fragments at a rapid pace, while the blood of the natives slowly pooled across the ground.
The air was thick with the scent of metal. Battle cries and screams of pain echoed across the camp, accompanied by the sound of magical clashes and steel colliding.
'I can't believe a single man is capable of this damage!' a player complained as he conjured a spinning water ball and sent it toward Dante.
The attack slammed into Dante and evaporated instantly. It was so insignificant in the flurry of attacks that the human giant did not even feel anything.
Dante ignored the barrage and focused only on those he deemed powerful. His eyes scanned his surroundings, and they settled on armored vehicles with mana guns mounted on them.
