The gray mist churning at the borders of the Land of Promise was not merely meaningless unrest.
It was like a pot of water brought to a boil, abruptly shifting from deathly stillness into violent turbulence.
Within the mist, things slowly began to take shape.
They resembled bloated humanoids, formed from decaying soil and withered plant fibers, their bodies exuding a nauseating moldy stench.
They had no facial features and moved as slowly as toddlers learning to walk, shuffling step by step toward the Land of Promise's green barrier.
"What the hell are those things?"
On the watchtower, a warrior who had just endured Withering Divine Punishment and been reborn was the first to spot the bizarre sight.
There was a tremor in his voice, not from Sloth, but from the strange aura seeping from the gray mist—an aura that made even one's soul feel exhausted.
The alarm bell rang frantically!
Its piercing chimes echoed over the entire Land of Promise, instantly shattering the feverish atmosphere of construction.
The citizens, who had just been working desperately as though pumped full of adrenaline, stopped their tools one after another. Terror and confusion filled their faces as they looked toward the border.
"Enemy attack! Monsters from the Gray Mist!"
Kyle gripped his spear and rushed onto the wall at once, his voice loud and urgent.
Amina also led a squad of Archers swiftly up the arrow towers.
Under their leadership, the men who had just been consumed by fear of death and the desire to survive grabbed whatever weapons were at hand. Whether standard-issue spears or makeshift stone axes, their eyes burned with the ferocity forced out of them as they roared and charged toward the defensive line.
They feared death.
So they would fight to stay alive!
"roar—!"
Led by Kyle,