Canna and Tiberius made their way slowly toward the village. The sight of the corpses littering the path was unsettling, but they pressed on, choosing to ignore the grim scene for the moment. As they approached the gates leading into the village, Tiberius pushed them open, half-expecting to confront some harrowing creature, a formidable opponent, or perhaps even another wave of monstrous attackers.
Instead, what greeted them was a scene of surprising normalcy. The village was alive with activity—people going about their daily routines, some tending to chores, others conversing in small groups. Children were laughing and playing, their carefree voices filling the air. It was as if the ominous trail of dead monsters outside the gates was nothing more than a distant memory, or perhaps a dream that never really happened.
