The Chosen One

On a small patch of land, located between the two major states of Lycca and Pheron which were both under the banner of the United Alliance Nation, was the town of Ephron.

It was located just beyond the twin mountains that could be seen from a certain distance, though from a particular angle, their peculiar shapes formed an odd image.

Ephron wasn't very large, and its population only numbered a few thousand. As a small town, they mostly engaged in subsistence farming—or at least, they used to.

However, this very town had been transformed into a tourist center nearly overnight.

It constantly buzzed with an unreal level of crowd for such a small, unremarkable village. Despite how uncivilized a place like this was supposed to look, it had the best kind of facilities that would definitely rival the biggest cities.