Yuna slowly turned her head, her glare sharp enough to slice through steel, aimed squarely at the group of artifact refiners.
One of the boys—tall, bespectacled, and now visibly panicking—awkwardly adjusted his glasses and looked everywhere but at Yuna. In a desperate bid for protection, he tried to edge behind one of his classmates.
Unfortunately, loyalty was not on the menu. His supposed "shield" casually stepped aside, giving him a wide berth and exposing him fully to Yuna's growing wrath.
"Cough… Yuna… hehe… cough." The bespectacled boy gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Look, technically, the treasure-seeking artifact did lead us to treasure! And you agreed to use it!"
Yuna's eyes narrowed. Her scoff was cold and dry.
"I said to use an artifact that locates low-tier treasure. Low. Tier. Not vault us straight to the top floor in an instant! Care to explain how that even happened?"
