Frenzy

——Chain Sword Clan House.

The thick stone walls kept out the noise from outside, and the meeting room was silent.

Each time the flames in the wall sconces flickered, the shadows around the table twisted.

At the head of the table, a man with his arms folded—Gald Varein—spoke.

"...How are the magic stone deliveries going?"

His low voice seemed to be swallowed by the stone walls.

A subordinate carrying a ledger stepped forward.

"Not well. The top clans are hunting all the orcs on the lower floors, so none of our parties are expected to meet their quotas."

A single click of the tongue cut through the air.

"Damn it... This is all because of that 'Healing Orb,' isn't it? Why would something like that turn up below the twentieth floor? It's supposed to be a deep-floor treasure."...