In a large tent near the center of the adventurer camp, five silver-rank adventurers gather around a wooden table. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the distant crackle of campfires. The mood is a mixture of anticipation and greed.
At the head of the table sits Grath, a Tier 4 warrior at Level 412. His muscular frame is draped in worn but well-maintained armor, and a confident smirk lingers on his lips. He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms with the ease of someone who believes he's already won.
"Alright, that's it for the meeting," Grath announces, exuding the cocky air of a man who expects everyone to follow his lead. His gaze flicks toward the walls of Delon City, and his smirk widens. "That delicious monster woman... I'll be the one taking her." He licks his lips as if already savoring his prize.