Deep within Crescent Mountain.
The desolate yellow landscape is all too common, and the parched earth is riddled with cracks. Although there are still plenty of withered trees standing tall, they impart the desolation of a desert, a deathly silence.
A peaceful village nestles within Crescent Mountain, with rows upon rows of two or three-story buildings built terrace-style along the mountainside.
Curling wisps of cooking smoke ascend into the air.
No Demonized Beasts dare approach the vicinity.
What should be a tranquil and harmonious village becomes a source of furrowed brows for anyone who catches a glimpse of its inhabitants.
Some are clad in black robes with masks, others carry an air of indifference as they hurriedly walk past, and the majority are the ordinary villagers, their faces aglow with fanaticism as if they could devote themselves to anything for their faith.
In the eastern part of the village.
