"In the face of Chaos, all intelligent life is naturally allied."
Watching the rotten chunks of flesh and twisted limbs rapidly burn into gray-black smoke beneath the holy flames, Ofra sheathed her sword and spoke to the Werewolf warrior beside her, who was struggling to get back up.
"These monsters are harder to deal with than I expected." The Werewolf warrior panted heavily. The wounds on his body were healing at a visible rate, but the corruption's contamination made the process extraordinarily painful, causing even the Werewolf, renowned for his tenacious will, to grimace. "Looks like the decision to let you enter the sacred mountain was the right one... With just our tribe's strength, we would never have been able to defeat these damned monsters."
Ofra nodded slightly and turned her gaze into the distance. Gray-black smoke was spreading through the valleys, while the rotten flesh seeped into the ground before it vanished, contaminating the soil and staining the earth a nauseating purplish black. This was the sacred snow mountain regarded as holy ground by the Werewolf Tribal Nation, yet the monsters from Chaos cared nothing for whether a place was sacred or not. They had descended from nightmares; wherever intelligent life existed, there was a channel through which they could manifest. This place was no exception.
The Werewolf Tribal Nation had no shortage of brave and battle-hardened warriors. They had already prepared to defend their homeland alone, but after the Kingdom of Horleta made contact with the leader of the Werewolf Tribal Nation, it still chose to send a relief force here—because the priests of the Radiant Church had issued a warning in time.
Deep within this sacred mountain had once been the place where the Guardian Giant Muru slept. During the thousands of years that the Guardian Giant