Cave World, Curse Source Scenario.
At the summit of the city's tallest building, eight figures stood like phantoms.
Their black robes snapped in the wind, and each wore a grimacing demon mask.
The figure at the front stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, the wind tossing the hem of his robe as he surveyed everything below from the scenario's highest point, like a king who ruled over all.
"Boss, do we move?"
Behind him, a burly figure with the character for "stone" carved into the upper-right corner of his demon mask asked in a deep voice. His black clothes stretched tightly over explosive muscles, every inch of fabric seemingly about to tear.
He gazed at the tiny figures moving far below, his arms crossed over his chest, thick muscles bulging. His feet stood firmly on the edge of the building, like an old pine Rooting on a cliff, unshaken no matter how fiercely the wind blew.
Behind the mask, golden eyes shone through the eyeholes with a cold, bloodthirsty gleam.
"No rush."
At the question, Yang Xiu raised his eyes, his expression indifferent and his voice utterly flat.
As he spoke, Yang Xiu swept his gaze over the figures still searching below.
After a long wait, those figures seemed to give up and resumed searching for curse traps.
Only then did Yang Xiu speak in a low voice:
"Black Snake, stay here and snipe them. Everyone else, follow me."
With that, Yang Xiu leaped off the roof.
The others followed like phantoms, jumping off the building.
The one shapely figure left behind raised the sniping weapon in her hands: Poison Sting.
Although it was a sniping weapon, its structure was not mechanical.
Its main body resembled a long, narrow white scorpion, with a streamlined exoskeleton covered in