"You already have the gate access rights... oh, by that, it means the 'traitors' outside are all dead now."
The rotting corpse-like figure emitted a laugh that sounded like sandpaper scraping a wall.
Crawling in the hall, the Mother of Dead Claw looked at the group of players standing before her and spoke with an easy tone.
Surprisingly, though she used the word "traitor" to refer to Yong's, her voice betrayed little hatred for the betrayal.
She had been alive for over a century, maybe even longer. Over the long years, she had witnessed too much birth and death, and had long since reconciled with the past.
Tail tilted his head, not quite understanding, and asked,
"Traitor?"
"That's something from over a century ago, about our past... enough to make a TV series of several hundred hours. You wouldn't be interested," the Mother of Dead Claw said in an even tone.