The oppressive sun hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the lands of Chaos. The usual symphony of bird songs was replaced by an unsettling silence. Baktou, a fierce leader with a scarred face, surveyed the turbulent ocean on his side, while Garnt observed the restless volcanoes on his territory. Both sensed an impending doom in the air.
It was as if the whole land was preparing for something big, and neither Garnt nor Baktou had any idea about it.
Baktou frowned, his weathered face etched with concern. "Something ain't right. Even the sea is acting up. It's like nature itself is in turmoil."
[The sea level is rising, and the danger of a tsunami is back. Baktou looks like we will have to abandon this place. It's dangerous to stay here.]
"No! I might have agreed with you earlier, but recently I got the message that even the mining village is experiencing problems. This is not unique to the sea."
