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"Should this be enough?" A youth with a scar on his forehead tied up the bundle of wood and secured it on his back.
As he was about to head home.
The sky suddenly darkened, turning from clear to overcast and oppressive, as though it could suppress one's spirits.
"What's that?" The scarred youth looked up at the sky, his pupils dilating in shock. He actually saw a small moving continent, drifting toward the horizon like a dark cloud.
Too majestic, giants... dragons, even the legendary Yemengade seemed utterly insignificant before this tiny moving landmass.
"Has the domain of the gods descended?" He took a fearful step back, tripping over the snow and falling into a snowdrift.
Following that.
"Or perhaps it's the domain of demons." A malevolent voice answered the boy's wonder, as a muscular minotaur looked down upon the fallen youth with a sly grin.
Then, amidst the youth's panicked gaze, the creature reached out its hand.
"That is the moving source of calamity."