As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape of Trin, the Demon Rats finally found themselves at the brink of the inner quarters wall. The relentless days of systematic eradication had left them weary, their bodies aching from the constant search for the remaining humans that had once inhabited the area.
It was a gruelling task, and fatigue had begun to seep into their very essence. With their fur matted and spirits low, they decided it was time to pause, to regroup, and to call for assistance from their comrades— the demons who lounged comfortably far from the fray. The Orc Leaders, ever watchful over the ongoing operations, received the Demon Rats' heartfelt plea for respite.
