Under the pale moonlight...
Thick smoke billowed, and blazing flames dyed the night red.
The small town was filled with terrified cries and screams.
Gray figures rode through the streets on horseback, the long blades in their hands harvesting innocent lives along the way. Not even the elderly, the weak, women, and children were spared.
They were all bandits.
A few years ago, the town's defenses would have made it difficult for bandits to break in. But in recent years, unrest had never ceased. Ravaged by war, the town had lost more than half of its able-bodied men, while the guards had all fled. It could no longer withstand these bandits who had come to loot amid the flames.
A handful of townspeople stepped forward to resist, but their strength was too limited, and they were swiftly slaughtered. The rest lost all will to fight at the sight and scattered in flight.
The bandits let out howls in a strange rhythm. As they slaughtered the townspeople and plundered their possessions, they fired flaming arrows and set houses ablaze, spreading even greater chaos. Only the reasonably attractive women were spared. They would be taken away and made into slaves for the bandits' sexual desires. In the end, there was only one fate awaiting them: to be violated to death.
In one courtyard, flames had surrounded the area so completely that there was no way to escape. Inside, a woman clutching an infant cried loudly for help, but those outside could barely save themselves. No one came.
The scorching air and thick smoke gradually weakened her cries. Tiffany's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Her whole body blazed with intense light as she tried to extinguish the flames, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
To her, this world seemed