Five years later.
Amidst the vast mountain ranges of the East Desolate, ferocious beasts roamed, and ghastly spirits appeared, as all sorts of terrifying sounds reverberated in the darkness, threatening to tear apart the heavens and earth.
It was as though some great terror lurked, striking fear into these creatures with their frightened roars.
Within a gentle valley in the mountains, a small village of a few dozen households nestled there!
Under the endlessly dark night sky, a few faint glimmers of light twinkled, like candle flames swaying in the storm, giving the impression they might be extinguished at any moment.
For some reason, tonight's rain was exceptionally heavy, the thunder and lightning extraordinarily fierce, resembling the prelude to a tempestuous storm, instilling shock and unease.
Yet the villagers of the small village remained unaffected; even if some were startled awake by the thunder, they merely took a glance and fell back to sleep.
