"That weapon forged from a curse must be especially sharp... I'm taking that dagger!"
McG announced with a hint of excitement as he watched Laude apply the ointment to Tasha.
"Ah!"
Several minutes passed. As Tasha watched the ointment being washed away by blood, her face gradually filled with panic and despair.
She had originally been very beautiful, but now her vivid red lips had turned utterly pale, her skin cracking... as though her original vitality was quietly draining away through the continuously bleeding wounds!
"Boss... m-my hand hurts so much!"
With a clang, the box of ointment fell from Laude's hand. Staring at the cut-like wound that had appeared on his palm, his voice involuntarily took on a sobbing tone. "Save me... I don't want to die yet!"
"Damn it, you bitch... Did you sell me out? Are you trying to harm me?"
McG's expression suddenly became incomparably savage. His eyes were bloodshot, yet seemed to conceal an indescribable terror as he seized Tasha by the throat.
Inside those ruins, the curse had followed a particular rule—only after one was cut would the wound bleed without stopping.
But now?
A wound had appeared on Laude's hand for no reason at all!
McG actually knew that the curse had most likely mutated!
But instinctively, he refused to believe that outcome. He wanted Tasha to admit that she was behind it!
Because even if Tasha had betrayed them, the consequences would be far less terrifying than a mutation in the curse!
"I... didn't..."
Tasha kicked her legs wildly in midair as she struggled, both hands clutching McG's thick arm.
All of a sudden, McG felt a pain in his arm. A wound identical to the one on Tasha's palm appeared there, blood trickling out like a stream.
"No!"
McG dropped to