The village of Thonfield, home to a modest 600-700 souls, had always been a place of peace, its people living in harmony with the land. Yet today, the tranquil atmosphere was shattered by the tolling of the warning bell—a sound that sent chills down the spines of every villager. Monsters were approaching.
Ahmed, the village chief, emerged from his modest home, his tall and lean frame accentuated by his agility-based archer build. His lone eye, the other hidden beneath an old eyepatch, was sharp and vigilant. His presence alone inspired confidence in the villagers; he was their protector, their strongest warrior, a low-transcendent whose prowess with a bow was unmatched.
