Within the village, flames soared high into the sky, with collapsed houses and charred marks everywhere.
Harvest God Vemon stood tall at the center of the village. It flapped its wings, spewing pale green poison mist from its mouth, its emerald eyes filled with malice and resentment as they stared at the fleeing, defeated people below. Then, with a roar, some of the escaping villagers near it were shaken to the ground—
"Damn it, you ungrateful humans, you dare to insult and mock me! Have you forgotten who blessed you with bountiful harvests? Remember who endowed you with strength, who helped you build your village?!"
It stomped forward, and a man holding a spear was crushed into a pulp. Vemon, lowering its head, angrily yelled:
