Vargus got out of his car angrily. What in the nine was this? Dissolutions never spawned in these numbers and certainly not on the roads. His flesh golem hurled itself at the front lines the angry ball of meat biting and slashing anything nearby. He threw a hellbolt at one of their anchoring it to the ground and another he struck down with mage blast. The cursed things were everywhere. Dieing wasn't good for getting points and he lost waaay to much exp from it. As one of them leaped at him he summoned his fleshling back to him blocking the blow and bashing it in the face with his staff. His golem was eventually devoured by the endless hordes and it turned into armor protecting him. His guildmates fell around him as he attempted to blast his way out with magic and bash them out of his way with his staff. But there were too many and as his spells went on CD and the monsters overwhelmed him he was forced to wait the last of HPs leave. Oh the irony of the Ivory Masks being overrun by Dissolutions. Whatever he would just earn his exp back as soon as he got back on. At least thats what he angrily thought to himself as his body was pixilated and he was given the death screen. He sat back on his bed for a moment to clear his head, before going back in