Rust Worm Curseling & Immortal Sect

"Are they hypnotized? Under some kind of mind control? And why the hell isn't the district's protective array activating? Did they get to it?" Elinor muttered, her expression dark as she watched a group of C.I.B. agents ruthlessly slaughtering their own confused comrades. She clenched her fists. "At least it's after midnight… Otherwise, we would have had to worry about the casualties aside from this brain fuck."

"Neither," Janice answered, her voice sharp with focus. She adjusted the golden-rimmed monocle over her right eye, scanning the chaos below. "C.I.B. has been infiltrated by some organization. The real question is… why reveal themselves now?"

Her monocle—a legendary innate curse tool—revealed something odd. The attacking agents weren't under mind control, but each of them emitted a distinct curse energy signature, one that came from their innate curse tools rather than themselves.