The Undead suffered Hill's harshest retaliation to date.
Even after struggling through most of the night and emerging from underground through the Dimension Door again, they could only reach the foot of the mountain.
They still had to climb.
And now was the most troublesome time of all.
Although the sheer number of climbers left the Maze entrance at the summit with hardly any chance to open, ... crowded feet slipped, and tumbling was inevitable.
Of course, with so many people around, no one rolled all the way from the summit back to the foot anymore ... but naturally, the domino effect punished the people below.
In other words, the later they arrived, the harder they fell.
And among them, one group had clearly been left until the very end ... Young Master and his symphonic choir.
Some people, however, were simply destined to be plagued by bad luck, to the point that even Beshaba would wonder whether she had ever blown them a kiss.
Mr. Demon Sword of Black Rose, for instance.
By the time Old School Striking King had entered the Mage Tower lobby, found a quest-giving puppet she liked the look of, set down her little Mushroom House in front of it, and gone inside to straighten out the clothes left disheveled by wind, rain, crawling, and tumbling, the people walking with Demon Sword were still circling around the inner Maze area.
Perfect Baldhead, who knew what was happening outside, finally lost it ... the truth was, he had known he was doomed the moment he ran into Young Master ... Hill would definitely leave the chief culprit with a lasting impression.
As the guild leader who had encountered the famously unlucky Demon Sword in the hurricane and been grabbed by him, Perfect Baldhead could only resign