Windwail Highland, northern region.
A patch of dark green shrubs stood quietly amid the vast grassland. A reddish-brown Wild Forest Boar poked its head inside, searching for food.
It found no tasty mushrooms, but it did discover a small tree bearing plump, translucent, pale red fruit.
The Wild Forest Boar's eyes lit up. It had eaten this fruit before, and even now, it could not forget the sweet, floral flavor that had blossomed in its mouth.
Just as it was about to take a bite...
Suddenly, its ears picked up the sound of several sets of footsteps repeatedly treading across the grass.
Some unpleasant images flashed through the Wild Forest Boar's limited memory. One afternoon bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it had gone out with its companions to forage and play.
It should have been another carefree day, just like any other.
Until footsteps just like these rang out, accompanied by two-legged demons with strange branches growing from their hands.
With those strange branches, the two-legged demons could shoot sharp wooden sticks a long way.
That was how its companions had ended up with wooden sticks piercing their bodies, collapsing dead before being dragged away by the two-legged demons.
At that thought, the Wild Forest Boar fearfully pulled its head out of the shrubs. It looked all around but saw no sign of any two-legged demons.
But never mind that. It would run first.
Running fast was precisely how it had survived this long without being dragged away.
The reddish-brown Wild Forest Boar picked a random direction and charged headlong, barreling forward like charging cavalry without a care for anything in its way.
Then, a few seconds later, it felt a pain in its skull, and its consciousness plunged into darkness.
Experience Points +25
*Huh?