In a stretch of swamp at the outskirts,
the surrounding tall, dense reeds reach as high as a person, growing so closely that they seem to block out the sky.
Suddenly,
swish swish!
The lush reed thicket parted with a rustle, and several bedraggled figures emerged, fleeing.
These people wore tattered clothes, holding pitchforks in hand, their faces gaunt and sallow, burdened with a few bundles, looking like farmers fleeing hardship.
Leading them was a young man in his twenties or thirties, broad-shouldered, though the lack of adequate food made him appear malnourished, his strength somewhat depleted, yet among all the escapees, he still appeared the strongest.
At this moment, they were stumbling and crawling in a frantic escape, occasionally glancing back with expressions of terror.
"Damn wild wolves, run everyone!"
Roar!!!
A deep roar sounded, and from the parted reeds behind, several wild wolves emerged, surrounding them through the dense thicket.
They were surrounded!
