Astarto Village.
"With each passing day, the situation out there looks worse than what it did yesterday." Standing a few kilometers away from the fortified stone walls that now protected the village, Tristan gazed at horizon before him, a slight frown adorning his face as he checked for the small nuances in the aura he could sense from afar.
Though he had done the same thing yesterday while he and Damian were at the outskirts of the village to find out how much time they had left before the monster tide came knocking, the aura he and his good friend felt from the horizon was more or less a homogenous agglomeration of the multiple auras they normally sensed during a monster tide.
