Nine people stood on the hillside, scrutinizing each other.
Silence lasted a few seconds, then a middle-aged warlock in a dark blue robe spoke.
"It seems everyone has chosen this place." His voice was calm, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, "I didn't expect so many people to choose here."
"Perhaps because they chose more obvious targets," another young witch interjected, her voice carrying a cold analytical tone, "This spot's enigma kills slowly, not the kind that destroys a city outright. Many might think this 'mild' enigma isn't valuable."
"Not valuable?" A burly warlock sneered, "Should the value of such rule-bound creatures really be judged by their killing speed?"
The young witch gave him a glance, not refuting, just saying flatly, "I'm only analyzing others' psychology, not representing my viewpoint."
Jeming stood on the edge of the crowd, not rushing to speak.
