Eastern Source Continent, at the foot of the "World Wall" mountains, a small inconspicuous place.
Crackle...
In the evening, in a small town ablaze with a raging fire, the sounds of wild laughter, screams of agony, pleas for mercy, women shrieking, and children crying filled the air.
A group of robust men, dressed like other townsfolk, wielding shotguns, axes, and ropes, broke into houses one by one, violently seizing all valuable items like food, money, and furs from the residents.
And they cruelly subjected them to every imaginable atrocity within the human imagination.
Although "plunder" happens almost everywhere in this world, and even plundering residents in the same community is not too unheard of.
But eerily enough, all the faces of these marauders bore the exact same excited expression, even the curves of their lips were uncannily identical.
Beyond the strangeness, it sent chills down one's spine.
