The Amazarak warriors roared with savage excitement. Like unleashed beasts, they charged deeper into the village. Terrified screams erupted—helpless cries swallowed by fire and steel. Homes were torn apart.
Children were dragged from hiding. Mothers clutched their little ones, only to be forcibly separated. There was no honor here, no battle—just butchery.
Kenjirou stood in the center of it all, arms spread wide like a conductor leading a macabre orchestra of destruction.
"This… this is how you make a kingdom kneel! Let the world fear the wrath of Amazarak!"
Behind him, smoke rose like black pillars into the sky. The once-peaceful village was now a smoldering ruin. And Kenjirou—once a summoned hero, once a man chosen by the Saint of the Three Gods—had become a monster.
Meanwhile, deep within the heart of the Halfling Kingdom…
