The air was still, as the atmosphere around the table remained tense. A man of bulging weight is sitting on the edge of the table, his wife by his side and his daughter beside him. Meanwhile, his two sons were at the opposite side of the table. They were eating in silence when suddenly the father asked his sons.
"So, how is your training going?" He said with a deep voice that echoed through the room. The sons budged in fear as they looked at each other and, with hesitation, answered their father. Sweat was forming on their heads, but they did not let it show. After all, they need to slip out of the conversation.
Their father looked at them suspiciously. He stopped eating and readjusted himself to the anguish of his bulging weight that it had to move around when it could just sit perfectly still. But the father needs to show some class. With firm movements, his fate swayed as he brought his pants tightly. He pointed his hands and muttered in a low, deep voice.
"I knew it! You young men would be grounded for the rest of the day! Furthermore, the entire day you would need to be training!" He muttered in a growl, with salivas splashing out of his mouth as he spoke.
"B-but father! What's the point of training if we have those peasants to fight for us?!" One of his sons spoke, and the other agreed without hesitation.
To them, a peasant is nothing more than a cannon fodder; to them, there was no point in fighting; they just needed to point their fingers, and thousands would follow. So why the extra effort? Nevertheless, they don't have much of a choice, as the staff in their manor follows the head, so they begrudgingly agree.
With an approving look, he fancily took a bite from meat on his plate, to the delights of his begrudgingly increasing weight. The fats were literally singing songs and praises for more sustenance. He would definitely survive for a very long time in a desert.
"Young kids these days, my lord! Back in my day, we trained for hours on end, and when night came, we fought the ghouls like there was no tomorrow. The hardest days were on days of the Twilight Of The Red Moon, especially when the night came, the crimson illumination of the night sky and the abyss look of the forest. Remembering those still struck fear into my heart. Goodness gracious, my lord!" He complained and proudly exalted his experience in front of his sons.
The sons meanwhile rolled over their eyes and laughed it off.
"Fighting?! How old-fashioned. Father seems to love joking around." The son muttered light heartedly, and the other followed.
Unfortunately, their father did not look in the slightest amused by what they said.
"My lord! Please stop me before I slap this gormless son of mine! Where in the world do you think I earned our family's nobility? You chav of a bugger?" He growled with saliva coming out the sides of his mouth.
Unfortunately, they were not able to continue their fight as the family's marshal barged into the room.
"Excuse my rudeness, my Lord, but there is a man out of the family estate. He said he was from The Frontier, and with him, he brought grave news. He had a wood branch sticking out of his side. He is being treated by the family doctor. They could not believe how he was able to survive this long." The marshal muttered as he stared into the family that was dining.
The sons were confused by what was happening, and his wife was surprised, but he had sweat forming on his forehead. The beating of his heart became faster and louder as he broke out in shock. He stood up and screamed.
"Quick! Bring me to him." He stood up and walked towards the marshall, and the marshall escorted him where the doctor was treating the sudden visitor.
He arrived at the door and opened it. There he saw the doctor. They had blood splattered all over them as disappointment rained over their expression. Upon seeing the situation, he moved closer, looked at the pale-faced man who was breathing weakly, and then glanced at the doctor.
"Will he survive?" He asked, curious about the fate of the man.
With a sad expression the doctor answered.
"I do not think he would live much longer. Better have him say what he needs to say so that we can immediately put him out of his misery. Looking over his body, he smelled, his hands and feet were filled with calluses, and his feet were bleeding by the length he ran." The doctor muttered.
Glancing at the short-statured man, he observed him from afar, it seemed that he was young, and his armor was stashed at his sides; one could see that it was splattered all over with blood, with various dents here and there. What he holds must be something very valuable.
He moved closer and asked the young man.
"Speak." He uttered.
The man slowly opened his eyes and glanced towards the lord before him; tears began to trickle down his face as he reiterated what he saw in the Frontier.
"My lord, The Frontier has fallen to the army of ghouls. They were organized and well coordinated. They were able to perform a pincer attack on the defenses. Not only that, they took human captives, the young and the elderly and those who did not fight they took. I saw them moving beyond the Frontier, before civilians were transported by a cage, that was dragged by a fat man." The soldier muttered in disbelief, and anger was present on his face.
Upon hearing the young man, everyone in the room took a step back, and the man with the bulging fat staggered by himself. After all, did they just hear that right?
He wanted to confirm, but the young man breathed his last. It was very unfortunate. He might have been holding on until he could bring out the information inside him. The man died of blood loss; it was a miracle he survived the long walk.
Thus, with that, the man died.
The entire world was about to be shaken.