The Siege of Keen Village

In the dead of night, an ominous symphony of "squeak, squeak" pierced the air, heralding the approaching chaos. Outside the camp's sturdy gates, a seething mass of shadowy figures stirred, their forms barely discernible in the dim light. With the thunderous rhythm of countless feet pounding the earth, the ratmen swarmed into the camp like a plague of darkness, their eyes glinting with a maddening blend of fury and anticipation. Their jagged maws contorted in guttural cries of "jiejie", bloodlust painting their visages with a crimson hue, leaving no room for mercy or remorse.