A large number of mercenaries and adventurers set off from the warship port, heading to the frontline.
When they arrived, exhausted and weary, at the Skull Crusher Tavern outside the core fortress of the Steel Cliffs defense area, it was already bustling with noise that could almost lift the reinforced roof.
The smells of alcohol, sweat, grilled meat grease, and an indescribable excitement mixed together.
"——You wouldn't believe it, that thing is even scarier than the Iron Blossom we saw last time.
"Just 'whoosh!' The purple spots on my armor that wouldn't come off, like they've seen a ghost, swish! Gone!"
A flushed-faced man stood on the table, gesticulating wildly and spitting as he talked, one of the warriors who witnessed the descent of the Pyramid at the port.
Many witnessed this scene at the time, naturally, many were affected and experienced that transformation.
"Blow it, Hans. The channel said it can purify pollution, not as mystical as you're making it sound."
