"Where are we..."
Chuan Wenwu looked around. The place seemed strangely familiar, as though he had been here before.
"We're near Rude Village!"
Raphtalia cried out anxiously. During her time in Rude Village, she had regularly visited and helped its residents, so she knew the surrounding area well. She quickly recognized where they were.
"These are the fields, and a lot of villagers have their homes here too!"
Panic flickered in Raphtalia's eyes as she looked helplessly at Chuan Wenwu.
The scene was all too familiar: a remote little village, the center of the Wave's vortex... and enemies pouring endlessly from the rift. Everything reminded Raphtalia of the disaster that had struck her own village.
She was no longer as helpless as she had once been. She now possessed considerable strength, but... Raphtalia pressed her lips together and watched Chuan Wenwu, waiting for his decision.
"Didn't the Kingdom send word to the other towns that the Wave was coming and tell them to evacuate?"
Chuan Wenwu frowned deeply. He looked at the monsters pouring out of the rift on the horizon, then at the nearby villagers who had come outside to look around, still unaware of what was happening. Anger stirred within him.
Of course. Only the Dragon Hourglass could predict when the Wave would arrive, so only those living near the Royal City could regularly keep track of the approaching disaster. News reached the towns and villages far from the Royal City much later. They might not even know what was happening until the Calamity Wave had already struck!
In a medieval world where information traveled so slowly, a natural disaster like the "Calamity Wave," which appeared in completely random locations, was hardly surprising as a world-ending threat. If they failed to respond in time and allowed the armies