The road to the Wolfgang Empire's capital was long and treacherous, the lands ravaged by war. Eris and Sera, having fought through city after city, continued their march—this time, toward a village that had sent a distress signal before going silent.
As they approached, the stench of death greeted them first.
And when they entered the village—
There was no one left alive.
The village was small, a farming settlement nestled between two rivers. Once, it had been a place of peace, of warmth, where the scent of freshly baked bread and the laughter of children filled the air.
Now, it was a graveyard.
Corpses lay scattered across the streets, twisted and broken, their expressions frozen in terror. Some had been torn apart, their limbs missing, their blood painting the cobblestone roads. Others had been mutilated beyond recognition, their bodies warped and corrupted, as if something had tried to turn them into monsters—only to fail.
