Three weeks ago,
The dwellers of Western Village lay a mere hundred miles away from the nearby town. Its residents could see the crest of mist blackening the sky, and many yearned for the higher mountainous neighbourhoods as a refuge from the oncoming wave of the vast dark ocean. The majority, however, were unable to avoid the crushing wall of water that soaked the village and wiped out every cabin in seconds. Hundreds of communities built upon the vision of their forefathers were annihilated by millions of tons of seawater.
This shortcoming of the great supernatural community of Western Pack would completely paralyze its protection, making it susceptible to conquest by the maritime forces of the human hunters who would pursue it in the trail of the tsunami. Hundreds of werewolves and humans perished that day.
