Time of the Blood Sacrifice (I)

Splat~

Ur suddenly thrust out a hand and smashed a large beetle to pieces.

Yellow stains marked his dark green skin, proving the unlucky beetle had once existed.

At last, the world was quiet.

Ur had to focus all his attention on his ears, which were several times sharper than a human's. Having spent too long on Arkham's heavily industrialized surface, the mixed scents of the jungle had interfered with his equally keen sense of smell.

In this endless expanse of green scrubland, his vision could not reach very far either.

Hayes had once been a lush, verdant land located on the border between Phillips State and another state.

Before humans set foot there, abundant and diverse life had taken root in this land. It had once been part of the Harpy Kingdom.

The settlers quickly established a foothold on the new continent, but the native creatures and plants displayed fierce aggression.

So the rules of survival here became simple: if something disappeared, it had surely been burned away.

The first settlers built their fortress beside the river and burned down vast stretches of jungle to expand their territory.

Rather than reshape the environment, the settlers clearly preferred destroying it.

After years of reclamation, the Hayes of old had been reduced to a dense forest less than one percent of its original size, existing only as a marker for administrative boundaries.

Ur did not particularly care about human history. He cared more about his mission.

He had stayed in Arkham long enough and wanted, no matter what, to leave that steel forest and return to the battlefield.

There, he could talk freely with friends and fight bloody battles with enemies, instead of getting caught up in the scheming within the warband.

Guk had given him such an opportunity. On the