A few hours after that cataclysmic incident, a village next to a rocky mountain that was inhabited by around three hundred wolf half-bloods was no more.
Dozens of burnt huts and many of the corpses that could previously be seen had been immaculately taken care of, buried deep in the ground, leaving no traces of the bloodshed that had occurred or even a hint of a village's existence.
In a clearing dozens of miles away, the surviving villagers could be seen gathering around a bonfire for warmth. They all huddled together as they waited for their chief, whose consciousness should soon recover from his vital injuries.
Upon opening his eyes once again, Yori was greeted by the sight of his son and his village's guest magus staring at him. Confusion could be seen in his eyes before a trace of realization flashed by as he recalled the last memory he had.
Staring at his son, the old man slowly asked, "What… What happened?"
