At the very edge of the Drexia Empire, where the land met the wild and untamed wilderness, a small village stood. It had once been a peaceful place, filled with laughter and the warmth of community. But now, it was overrun with monsters. The chaos had erupted from a dungeon break, a tear in the fabric of reality that had unleashed countless creatures upon the unsuspecting village.
Artemia stood at the entrance of the village, her blue hair dancing with the wind like a banner of defiance. Her blue eyes sparkled with determination as she surveyed the scene before her. The once-vibrant homes were now shadowed by the monstrous horde, their grotesque forms lurking in the streets, their growls echoing in her ears.
She gripped her spear tightly, feeling the familiar surge of energy coursing through her. She could control it with ease, bending it to her will like a conductor leading an orchestra. Today, she would use that power to cleanse this village of the darkness that had invaded it.
