The plantation had been attacked by an ancient beast that surfaced just two days ago—its appearance as sudden as it was violent. Curiously, it showed no interest in cities, villages, or human settlements. Its rage was directed at the plantations alone, as if its sole purpose was to erase the very source of sustenance that kept humanity alive.
At first, people thought the creature was starving. But those who witnessed the rampage up close—those who saw its unrelenting fury, the precision in its destruction—knew better. It wasn't hunger that drove it. It was intent. Malicious, deliberate intent.
Fortunately, the plantations weren't left unguarded. They were protected by the finest soldiers and warriors, each trained to defend the only lifeline of their fragile world. And even though the beast was an ancient terror—its scales harder than steel, its roar capable of tearing the air apart—it couldn't destroy them completely.
