The once-peaceful expanse of the Wolfgang Empire was now under siege by an unprecedented terror. Across the endless rolling grasslands and rugged highlands, a new and chaotic force had emerged: ancient dungeons, long dormant or confined, had suddenly burst open, unleashing torrents of monsters upon the land.
In the early light of dawn, as the gentle breeze once carried the soothing howls of Wind Wolves, it now carried a different sound—a chorus of shrieks, roars, and the thundering stampede of monstrous hordes. The very air, once alive with the melody of nature and the proud chants of elven bards, now vibrated with discord. Towering fissures split the ground open, and from these jagged wounds of earth, waves of abominations surged forth like a dark tide.
