In the South West North Kingdom Territory, as Desmond's family fled for their lives, a mysterious figure with long ears found refuge in the dark corners of a small village. Had Desmond been present, he would have been astounded to witness the villagers slowly transforming into grotesque ghouls, tearing at each other's flesh.
"Young master..." trembled an elf, her long ears and light brown locks peeking out from beneath her maid attire. She watched cautiously from a village house, her body quivering as she observed the harrowing scene through a small window. Her once vibrant complexion had paled, her body emaciated. This house had become her sanctuary over the past few months, adorned with women's clothing and a cozy bed.
Sorry for late update, just woke up