The wind swept across the endless wilderness, filling the landscape with swirling sand and dust and an indescribable desolation.
Here in the Pioneer Settlement of Moonbrook Town in Westfall, the people had more hardships than they could ever recount. They faced all manner of problems every moment of their lives, and life and death, pain and illness had long since become commonplace.
Collapsing mines, savage beasts in the wild, Gnoll raids, Hyenas hunting for food, surprise attacks from Rubble Birds, and rampaging Bloodfang Boars.
All these unexpected disasters became lively topics of conversation as the people found what little amusement they could amid their suffering.
At that moment, candlelight flickered in Moonbrook Town's only tavern. Countless burly men with tattoos across their bare skin held oversized mugs, clinking them with their companions and taking deep swigs as they loudly debated something. The air was thick with the mingled odors of strong liquor and sweat gone sour after a day's work.
Recently, however, the most talked-about subject was the sudden change in town. A group of Priests had actually come to Moonbrook Town, which lay on the kingdom's fringe, and established an office called the Holy Church in its center.
"You all know about that new Holy Light Office, right?"
"Of course we do! Those honored Priests are good people! Not only do they charge little to treat illnesses, they also help us lowly folk drive away wild beasts. They're more dedicated than the soldiers in the city! A few days ago, a Bloodfang Boar wandered into my field. Just when it looked like my crops were about to be ruined, they happened to pass by and killed it. I'll never forget that golden sword aura. A Bloodfang Boar that big, and one of them split it in half in an