Impossible?

A heavy, suffocating pressure lingered over the Poisonous Swamp Station like an unshakable curse. The warriors stationed there moved with sluggish steps, their gazes dark and restless. It was as if an invisible weight pressed down on their spirits, smothering any sense of ease.

The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and rot, carried hushed whispers, each conversation steeped in frustration and unease.

"Hunting Abyssal creatures has become damn near impossible lately," a young man muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Beside him, a woman, her arms crossed tightly, scoffed. "And what are the big shots doing about it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing!"

A third warrior, her eyes burning with barely contained rage, spat onto the ground. "That Red-Caped Demon bastard! If he weren't such a coward, hiding like a rat, I'd have my Class Crystal by now!" Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her weapon, as if imagining plunging it into his chest.