The wind howled across the high ramparts of Marciel Duchy's outer walls. Duke Marciel stood tall in his cloak, the golden embroidery around his shoulders fluttering. He narrowed his eyes at the distant hills where the dungeon had appeared just days ago.
"We received the report," he muttered, arms crossed. "But I didn't think it would be like this."
From atop the wall, he saw them—trolls. But not normal ones.
These were massive, towering beasts with thick blue skin and arms like stone pillars. Their heads brushed the tops of the trees, and the earth shook with every step they took.
Beside him, Commander Alric cursed under his breath. "What in the name of the gods…? They're several times bigger than the trolls in the bestiary records."
"And they're coming straight for the wall," Marciel said grimly. "This is unnatural. Monsters don't leave their dungeon zones like this… unless…"
His voice trailed off.
Unless something stronger pushed them out.
