But Riley didn't even flinch. His cold gaze swept across them, emotionless and sharp, before he pulled his hand away and dashed forward.
To the group, it looked as though he vanished in an instant.
All they felt was the sudden gust of wind rushing past, brushing against their faces, as though he had never stood there in the first place.
They sighed heavily, shoulders dropping.
"…Of course," one muttered bitterly, his voice low. "He doesn't want to team up with weaklings like us…"
Another player shook his head, mumbling under his breath, his tone heavy with self-pity. "This game is so unfair… It's not my fault I awakened a weak talent… or failed my class advancement…"
While he wallowed in despair, still staring at the ground, his body suddenly jerked forward.
A sharp blade burst out from his chest, gleaming red with fresh blood.
His eyes went wide in shock as hot pain surged through him.
