Possessing considerable professional competence, the group had thoroughly inspected the entire cave several times while fighting the Goblins as soon as they entered the Goblin Nest.
Other than the adventurer corpses the Goblins had dragged back, frozen stiff into icy blocks, they found nothing unusual.
Clearly confident in their own professional abilities, and having confirmed there were no additional dangers, the three members of Sulfur Dragon Breath had not taken Xia Nan's warning to heart. Their attention shifted to the Green-skinned Goblins in the cave, and they let their guard down.
Facts proved that Xia Nan's Perception would not deceive him.
Buzz—accompanied by strange waves of Magic Particles, the plummeting temperature instantly condensed countless tiny droplets in the air, forming a white mist even thicker than that in the rime-covered forest outside the cave.
The spectral fiend that heralded death with its mournful cries launched its attack from the bare rocky dome overhead, a place no one present had ever expected.
Layer upon layer of frost rapidly spread across the rock walls with faint cracking sounds.
A long, slender female arm with translucent grayish-white skin, inhumanly beautiful, slowly extended down from the stone dome overhead.
It was not particularly fast, and its movements even carried the graceful poise of a dancer.
Yet it perfectly caught the moment when the adventurers below had no way to evade.
From the Half-Orc's blind spot behind and to the side, dark bluish-green sharp fingertips lightly touched his shoulder.
[Corrupting Touch]!
The Half-Orc's powerful flesh, capable of withstanding blades and swords, had almost no ability to resist the deathly negative energy flowing from the Banshee's fingertips, as if it had encountered its natural predator.
Centered on the point where that long finger touched the back of the Half-Orc's shoulder, a lifeless ash-gray color visibly spread