The mountain path was steeped in blood. Tattered corpses were strewn all along the way, and the blood that seeped from them pooled together, flowing down the mountain like a crimson spring.
The chaos in the town below was easy to see from the mountain. As Chu Mu made his way up, he passed team after team of Inspectors heading down, all clearly mobilized by the disturbance.
Clad in his Inspector Armor and carrying a Waist Token, he was heading uphill against the flow. In a situation like this, no one paid him any mind.
'If he had a choice,' Chu Mu thought, 'unless he could utterly crush that man in white, he would rather shed this Inspector's skin and never set foot on this mountain again.'
But a nagging suspicion in his heart left Chu Mu deeply unsettled. If he didn't confirm a few things, the consequences seemed far too terrifying to imagine.
