The rooster crows.
The sky brightens.
In the eastern sky, a faint light appears.
Shadowy figures rush across the wild grassland.
There was once a village here, but its people have died.
They died miserably.
No bones remain.
Only the chickens are left, unfed, and wolves eating the bodies.
In the past, in the Black Pine League, wolves dared not enter human villages.
Martial artists were swift and skilled, killing wolves was as easy as killing chickens.
But now.
Wolves uncharacteristically came to the village, greedily feasting on bodies.
The buildings had collapsed, debris was everywhere.
Most of the walls had fallen, clearly there had been a fierce fight here.
"Woo..."
A wolf noticed the presence of a human and let out a howl.
The other wolves paused, turning to look at the figure.
It seemed they too wanted a taste of living flesh.
Declan Marsh channeled the spiritual power within him, scaring the wolves away, tails tucked like frightened dogs.
