Underground in the industrial zone, amidst the rumbling, mud and sand fell.
In the filthy and foul-smelling sewer, a group of bizarre Magic User monsters, with cyber eyes, scales, and invisibility talismans painted on their helmets, gathered at the entrance of the old sewer pipe, lining up and waiting, preparing to crawl and burrow out from the sludge and rat-infested gutter.
Yes, like cockroaches, fleeing without looking back, just like the countless times they were driven from their homes, abandoning the warm nests they just built, to survive, they fall into a more distant, deeper, darker space.
Escape.
No choice.
A man in a raincoat fell into the light well, slipped out of the sewer, lowered the hood covering his head, released the invisibility spell to show his true form, and approached from the shadows.
"It's me, how many have been evacuated..."
"Legion Commander! It's so great you managed to escape."
