Ability to Cure the Human Race? (1)

The wind blew strong around the region of the cube tower as the group of creatures that fought with several creatures just to turn back around at the sixth floor emerged from the entrance, each holding mixture of emotions on their faces.

Some looked relieved for not needing to ascend the cube tower any longer, some looked sad for losing either comrades or friends while some seemed to be in anger for coming just to collect wounds and injuries without getting no rewards in exchange.

"It is all because of that bastard! If he would have helped us this would have not happened at all!" Vern who was holding his broken arm hissed coldly while a brief amount of pain emerged onto his face.

When the other creatures heard Vern's words many seemed to realize he was indeed right, resulting in hatred emerging in their heart like a flame that was just ignited.