Ize Bay.
Ize Bay, now under the Blade of Freedom's control, was under curfew. The Musketeer Legion patrolled the streets and blocked the nobles' and wealthy merchants' last escape route.
Late that night, a pounding on the door woke Gri-Gri from a deep sleep.
"Who is it?"
He sat up groggily and listened. It sounded chaotic outside... What had happened now?
Gri-Gri reached for his shoes, but his foot plunged into icy water.
"What's going on?!"
He shrieked and pulled his foot back. Then, enduring the freezing water, he opened the door. Screams, shouts, and the rush of water suddenly became clear.
At the end of the street, a huge wave roared toward him, high enough to swallow doors and windows, carrying debris and struggling people with it.
"Oh... damn..."
Gri-Gri thought he was about to die in the Flood. Just then, countless dark shapes blotted out the night sky.
They spread black wings and seized people in the street with sharp claws, lifting them off the ground.
Gri-Gri looked up. The fearsome bat face above him, with its long, needle-sharp fangs, looked more beautiful than the noblewoman he had once glimpsed years ago.
Gri-Gri and the others rescued by the giant bats were dropped in the mountains outside Ize Bay. The ground was high enough that they did not need to fear the flood. The Blade of Freedom and the Legion had already evacuated there.
Crime always thrived in chaos, so the Free City People patrolled constantly, asking everyone the Vampires brought back to identify themselves.
"Name."
"Gri-Gri."
The registrar looked up to make sure he was seeing a human, not an Orc.
"My father said there were too many people named Gerry," Gri-Gri explained quickly, used to the reaction.
Once registered, Gri-Gri went to join the refugees. Nearby,