Chapter 153 - The Time They Stole
The village of the Horn Tribe, perched atop the western mountain peaks of the C-Rank dungeon "Well of the Lizardmen."
A floating city: Swansea.
From the shelter of the underbrush, Jhin gazed up at it with a furrowed brow.
He had just heard something unexpected.
"The villagers… they're all sick?"
"Yes. It's an unknown illness. At first, they complained of fatigue and weakness. Then, their faces flushed red, their breathing grew labored. Eventually… their fingernails and toenails began turning black…"
In short, the people of the Horn Tribe were displaying early symptoms of Dungeon Sickness. The same condition that had afflicted countless civilians back at Stoneveil city Station.
This was likely one of the reasons the Horn Tribe had fallen so helplessly to the Company.
Dungeon sickness, huh…
The timing of this outbreak among NPCs was no coincidence. That bastard who had been hiding inside the "Trigger's Eye" was involved, wasn't he?
