Chapter 129 - The Dawn Of Reclamation

Cliff stood firmly on the steep slope of the roof, his thoughts swirling like the snow that whipped around him. The icy breath of the wind bit at his skin, but he paid little attention to the cold. His gaze was fixed on the swarm of creatures below, roaming freely through the deserted streets of Freiden. There was something hypnotic, almost surreal, about the scene. The sheer number of "variant" class monsters wandering the village as if they were its uncontested rulers was staggering.