Nestled in the heart of Malta was an awe-inspiring national park boasting a majestic landscape of rugged hills, meandering rivers, and expansive valleys. Scattered throughout this natural wonder were charming villages and historic towns that had emerged long ago amid the arid moors, verdant forests, and picturesque riverside meadows.
Known as Zeinth National Park, this fourteen-hundred-acre expanse was more than just a scenic retreat. Although lacking in large carnivores, its strategic location near two sprawling megacities, with a combined population of thirty million that had once engulfed Sheffield and Manchester before the war, made it an essential hub for the region's cultivators. Over two hundred of them were stationed in a large base at the park's center, primarily to supervise candidates as they honed their skills by hunting within the park's boundaries.
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