At the base of the black tower, the heavy and tall brass door was completely open, and variously dressed superhumans formed small teams and streamed in, starting the hunt they had long awaited.
Leading the team at the very front was a skinny teenager dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops, brimming with an arrogance completely unmatched to his appearance, as if he feared nothing, and this was the brash young superhuman who had once participated in the roundup of players at the big market town, aptly named Wild Bee.
"Trash! Your grandpa Wild Bee is here to find you!"
He walked boldly upfront, shouting unabashedly, seemingly unconcerned about any ambushes lying in wait ahead.
Behind this brash kid, six other superhumans of the same team appeared more composed.
Among them were a short and stout middle-aged man, two young men, two young women, and a boy about the same age as the brash teenager at the front.
