WINTERSEED VILLAGE
It was a new morning. The sun hung in the sky, blasting its warmth upon the village. Villagers strolled from their homes with smiles, greeting each other in harmony. The promise of a new life, a life they had always imagined, remained fresh in their minds, and each new day was a countdown to their lord's return.
But on the other hand, Dragun was worried. He was the only one in the village who knew that his "son" had gone to a calamity-grade demon lair, and it was natural for him to be the only one consumed with worry.
He believed in Rowan's strength, but he would never underestimate a demon lair.
In his years helping the cult as a wanderer and low-ranking member, he had acquired knowledge about the demon lairs' secrets. He had even witnessed a few powerful cultists step into even the weakest demon lairs, never to come out again.
