Northern Border South, Pine and Fir Valley, a small village forgotten by the map.
Located at the edge of the hilly forest, perpetually shrouded in mist and pine trees, around a hundred people lived by working from dawn till dusk, making it one of the better-off villages in the Northern Territory.
Until that day, the nightmare arrived.
It wasn't the descent of a large-scale Nest, just a few searching insect corpses, but for a village with almost no combat capability, it was a cataclysm.
"Monsters! Everyone, run!!"
That was the warning loudly shouted first at the forest's edge by Hunter Tal.
And then chaos ensued.
Crying, stumbling, the sound of flesh being gnawed, and torches desperately waving in panic.
Blacksmith Elvin swung a hammer that had not yet cooled, trying to smash the incoming insect corpses.
The moment the hammer struck the insect shell, sparks flew, like the faint, unyielding fire in his eyes.
Then, his right arm was torn apart.
"Don't worry about me... run!!"
