"Strange, why are the Warcraft movements so bizarre lately?"
"Yeah, some small Warcraft have even come to human cities, but there's no word of them attacking humans. It's really odd."
"Could this be a sign of some disaster brewing? Such strange phenomena must have something behind them."
In the first month, strange events occurred in various regions of the Stigma Continent—chaotic Warcraft, letters with addresses but no recipients. Everything was bizarre, leaving people puzzled.
In a remote village on the Stigma Continent, several children played in the fields, while a boy about thirteen or fourteen tried hard to catch something that resembled a field frog.
The boy was just an ordinary child. His face was smeared with mud, but he seemed particularly happy.
Plop! He missed and fell into the mud, but he continued to laugh joyfully.
Suddenly, a giant shadow appeared in the sky as a Warcraft swooped down towards the ground.
