In the far North by the tundra region, Balak was sipping on some warm tea that he brewed earlier. As the village leader, it was his responsibility to handle a big decision or discussions with another village.
Currently, he was waiting for a panting warrior to report on his findings. The warrior had madly dashed into the village, causing a commotion and fell on the floor in front of Balak
Balak was growing frustrated, "well, speak up! I have a meeting with the avaga tribe soon, and I don't want to be late!"
The warrior caught his breath, "I...huh...am sorry! Terrible news! Monsters...hah...approaching from all directions!"
Balak's eyes widened, "how many?!"
The warrior's eyes reflected the bone-chilling fear he felt, "more than I can count!"
Balak ran out and rang the alarm bell. A few dozen warriors with energy spears ran out of their homes and approached the village leader.