The highlands of Grigor suffered significant damage during the outbreak of Mephisto's cultists and his possession, which encouraged knights and bandits to ravage the land, killing and burning villages mercilessly.
Beautiful flowers and forests burned to ashes, never to grow again.
"Ugh... where am I?"
A handsome young male with long, messy blonde hair and a scar across his right eye staggered through the muddy lands of southern Grigor. He wore a black cap and epaulettes, along with a padded leather jacket and pants.
He slammed into a broken stone wall and slid down the small hill. In the distance, a pile of charcoal and burned buildings came into sight.
"Ugh.... eh? Wait... isn't this Linne Village? What happened here?"
His elegant voice echoed as he covered his forehead.
An intense migraine assaulted his mind the moment he tried to understand the situation.
