Hill, squatting in Basia City, regretfully threw out the fools from his Illusory Realm maze.
Randomly tossed into various corners of the city, nearly a hundred withered wretches who could only survive by scavenging black bread and clear water in endless grids staggered and leaned on the ground, ignoring the stinging pain that nearly blinded them, they looked up at the long-lost sun and wailed.
Fortunately, the Physical constitution of Professionals is quite robust, otherwise, in just a short time, half of them would have likely gone blind.
The commotion soon attracted the City Guard and stationed officers, who had been paying close attention to every move in Basia City recently.
As for those who could only appear in the shadows, they could only gamble on their luck... After all, no one could immediately determine the identity of these ragged, disheveled individuals before they cleaned themselves up.
