The players are marching grandly towards the Royal City, the final battle is about to commence.
Present world, Wastelands.
"Damn it, lend a hand, these guys have all gone mad!"
Inside the prison, Atula forcefully kicked back several ratmen that lunged at him, his chest covered in blood.
"I can't even handle my own side here, what on earth do these prisoners want!" Flora drove her spear into the ratman's head, twisting it hard, and the splattering blood stained her face.
"Damn it, why have their bodies become like this, just like... like rats!"
"To correct you, they are not prisoners."
Sevia walked amidst the heap of monsters, an invisible Water Blade floated around her, swiftly slicing through the air, circumscribing the ratmen's necks.
All the rat heads fell to the ground in unison, and the previously noisy prison finally fell silent.
