It was around this time that Park Woori’s situation took a turn for the unexpected. He was busy preparing for the upcoming meeting when he heard that a member of the rescue team had come back alive.

Rachel Chastain.

The archer he had recruited as Dylan’s backup returned alone.

This was good news not only because she was still alive but also because they could finally find out what had happened to the rest of the team. And that too from someone who experienced it firsthand.

Typically, Park Woori would have called the representative immediately to deliver the good news. But he couldn’t this time, because….

“Uehehehehehe!”

Rachel Chastain wasn’t herself.

“Dead…. They’re all dead…!”

Her smudged and tattered appearance was certainly out of the ordinary—but even more frightening was the way she muttered the same phrase over and over again with her bloodshot eyes wide open.

“Calm down, Rachel. We already know what’s going on, and we’re taking measures against it.”

Park Woori decided he should first calm her down. He brought her a potion and kept talking without skipping a beat.

“And the Federation is also coming to our aid. Hey, can you hear me?”

Thanks to his efforts, Rachel Chastain seemed calmer now.

“A meeting is about to take place here soon, and your testimony would help us greatly. What I am saying is that we need information. Do you think you can talk?”

Still shaking, Rachel Chastain slowly raised her head. Her lifeless eyes stared at Park Woori before looking around the conference room.

“How are you feeling? Any injuries?”

“…”

“Can...