It was late evening, and the people of the 10th Hamlet could be seen returning to their homes from their farmlands.
Women could be seen cooking at the back of their huts, and the aromas of different simple but delicious meals wafted across the settlement constantly. The few children in the hamlet ran around and played together, creating a harmonious noise that made the elders smile in relief.
The hamlet looked so peaceful that no one would suspect destruction was on its way toward it.
At the moment, only six people were aware of the dark fate approaching the Hamlet.
All six of them were already working towards stopping the destruction — the three scouts strolled around the village, ensuring everyone returned to their homes safely, while the old knight tasked himself with teaching the two youths the way of the sword at his house.
"HUMM!"
"HUMM!"
Ragnar and Noah could be seen swinging their swords harmoniously.
