As the long winter receded, new sprouts began to emerge here and there on the desolate hills.
In just a few weeks, the lush greenery, nourished by the melted snow, would compete with the sky in its verdancy.
At the entrance of the nearby village, a number of outsiders in uniform had gathered.
These individuals, all of considerable skill, stood in formation with a palpable tension.
This place, the village of “Kreko,” was a remote hamlet nestled on a mountainside. The reason for the presence of multiple armed forces here could be found at the center of their encirclement.
A sinister spatial rift slowly rotated like a vortex, leaking a dark green gas. It was a dungeon drain phenomenon, urgently requiring closure.
Although winter had ended, the aftermath of the world’s severance from divinity still lingered.
To address the global dungeon drain issue, various countries had generously dispatched their talents to form a…