Cave World, Curse Origin Scene.
At the pinnacle of the city's tallest building, eight figures stood like phantoms.
Their black robes fluttered in the wind, and each wore a menacing ghost face mask.
The leading figure casually tucked his hand into his pocket, his coat tails ruffled by the wind, standing atop the scene and overlooking below as if he were the king ruling everything.
"Boss, should we act?"
Behind him, a burly figure with the word "Stone" carved on the top right corner of his ghost face mask asked in a deep voice, his black clothes stretched taut, filled to breaking by explosive muscles.
His gaze fixed on the small moving figures below, arms crossed over his chest, thick muscles standing tall, feet firmly on the edge of the skyscraper like an ancient pine rooted in a cliff, unmoved by any raging wind.
From behind the mask, golden eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty gleam.
"No rush."
