A Nuisance

I roamed the cliff, harvesting Silver Grass like a madman.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!"

People kept dying all around me as they desperately climbed, but I ignored them and diligently raced around, examining every inch of the cliff face.

Like a wire-action stunt, I firmly secured an anchor, then ran straight from one wall to the other, harvesting the grass rooted all over the rocks.

'This side is finished. This time, from here to over there.'

I didn't climb upward; I only kept moving sideways. Whenever the rope couldn't reach, I retrieved it, reset it, and continued moving sideways.

The reason was simple.

This grass grew starting at 500 meters up.

Conversely, harpies began interfering from 700 meters upward.

'I'll prioritize harvesting only the grass that grows wild between 500 and 700 meters.'...