At the edge of the Little Sweet Mountains there was a small human settlement. Right now, burning corpses littered the ground and the air was filled with cruel and violent smells. This settlement had been completely destroyed and all the lives here had been slain without hesitation.

Red drops of blood dripped down an icy snow-white sword, breaking apart as they struck the ground. An obam wearing a black visor and black iron armor faintly drew back the sword and glanced around with indifferent eyes. “We’re continuing.”

As the iron-armored obam moved, the pieces of armor collided and rubbed against each other, creating ear-piercing grating sounds. The obams scattered throughout the village like slippery fish quickly gathered back together, forming a torrent that marched deep into the forested mountains like a winding black snake.

Behind a fallen door, two small figures hugged each other. The boy was a little older and larger and he covered the little girl’s mouth to prevent her from making any noises. But the fear caused by the scene around them struck their minds like the tide, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.

It was only when the murderous obams left that the boy loosened his hand....