Adam shook his head slightly at the chat's reactions but didn't respond.
There was no point in arguing with them.
To his viewers, this was just entertainment...
An endless stream of numbers, kills, and action.
They didn't understand the weight behind every fight, the reality of taking a life, even if it was just another red-name scumbag.
He exhaled, turning his attention back to the battlefield below.
The undead horde was starting to lose...
With the Radiant Apostle dead, the overwhelming pressure tipping the scales in their favor had vanished.
Adam's illusion was still active, keeping the enemy disoriented.
The skeletal warriors hacked into their own ranks, unable to distinguish friend from foe.
Meanwhile, the orcs, now disguised as the undead, pressed the advantage, cutting down their confused enemies without hesitation.
Further back, the stream hunters allied with the orcs realized what was happening.
