Sarena ventured deeper to confirm that there was indeed no one left in the West village. Despite the difficulty of carrying the burden of hundreds of Boars, she persevered. Once she was certain that everyone was safe, Sarena made her way to the town hall situated in the middle of the West village.
"Follow me, you damn beasts!" Sarena taunted the Scavengers, poking them to keep their attention on her. Everywhere she looked, she saw houses built with sweat, blood, and memories. Even her own house, the last memory of her and her father, stood there. However, she knew that in the face of danger, none of it would remain. This realization left a bitter taste in her mouth.
For everyone, including Sarena, what she was about to do was nothing short of suicidal. "I am not a lunatic, but still…" Sarena chuckled while kicking a boar that was gnawing at her legs. No matter how much she resisted, the number of boars was overwhelming.
