The news of Hogan discovering a rare crystal quickly spread throughout the village. Unsure of its true nature, Hogan brought it to the Elders for examination. After carefully studying it, they were stunned—it was a relic capable of healing physical injuries, something they had never seen before.
Such an item could be sold for an enormous sum of money. Alternatively, it could be used for the benefit of the village.
Hogan chose the latter. With the relic's power, the village's condition improved significantly, elevating its status among neighboring settlements.
Meanwhile, the two boys had grown surprisingly close.
Kaen had taken Sang under his wing, guiding him like an older brother. They followed each other everywhere, doing nearly everything together. Kaen taught Sang many things—how to speak their language, how to care of your poop, and even the simplest, most human necessities he know.
Yet despite the warmth he found in the village, Sang carried a quiet sorrow.
Weeks had passed since his arrival, but each night, he would cry silently in his bed, longing for his family. He wondered if there would ever be a way back home. In his current state, he knew there was nothing he could do.
The thought that he might be trapped in this world forever—never seeing his family again—haunted him.
Under the pale glow of the moon shining through the broken roof, he whispered a prayer:
"O Lord who watches beyond all worlds,hear the voice of one who is lost.Though I walk a land unknown,I know Your sight still finds me.
Guide my steps through this darkness,and let Your light lead me home.Do not abandon me, O merciful Lord—for I am small, and I am afraid."
With those words, he slowly drifted back to sleep.
Three weeks had passed since their arrival, and the villagers had begun to take a liking to them—especially Kaen. The boys helped wherever they could, hauling water from the valley and assisting with daily tasks.
Still, they were not officially acknowledged as members of the village. It look like they had to earned for themselves.
The time had come for Kaen and Sang to choose their path.
They were brought before the village hall and council. Kaen decided to become a hunter.
In this village, men typically worked either as miners or hunters. Most chose mining—it was safer and more profitable. Hunting, on the other hand, was a dangerous path, reserved only for the strongest. The mountains were filled with wild beasts and unknown creatures.
Those who proved themselves by slaying many monsters earned the title of Warrior—a position of great respect. Currently, the village had only two.
The elders were responsible for raising and educating the children, teaching them their beliefs and preparing them for the harsh realities of the outside world. As the children grew older, they were trained in survival—how to navigate the forest, endure hardships, and protect themselves.
Every member of the village had a role to play in sustaining the community.
Agriculture and household duties were primarily handled by the women, ensuring the village remained stable and self-sufficient. The reason why agriculture handled by women is because it do not play major role in recourses, the land is not really stable to do agriculture.
To become a hunter, one had to undergo rigorous training—building physical strength and learning to wield weapons such as knives and bows. Both boys and girls began their training at the age of thirteen.
Sang has considered by the council to also join the training since this is essential skills. This year, only three candidates met the requirement: Kaen, Sang, and a young boy named Arne.
They would be trained by one of the village's warrior named Henry, a skilled and respected young man, who has a crush on Hogan's daughter, Lysa.
Far away from the quiet life of the village, chaos reigned.
The battlefield roared with violence as the elite soldiers of the Forsaken Realm clashed against a relentless tide of monsters. Steel met flesh, and the air trembled with the sound of battle cries and inhuman roars.
The soldiers fought fiercely, cutting down waves of creatures—but the horde did not stop.
Then, from the depths of the chaos, something far more terrifying emerged.
A towering figure. A Troll. A tall, disgusting, blind creature that hunts its prey by smell. Ser Plenton charged at the troll slaying every creatures on his way. Troll smelling a human approaching, swing his hand to crush him, Ser Plenton cleverly stop before he could reach by the hand and throw his smaller hand to troll head. While the troll was in agony, he quickly run to his legs and stab both of them. The troll kneel down and finish him by stabbing on his abdomen. The troll down.
In the world of terror, where different kind of monsters and constant war with different races, it is just another Tuesday for the knights and the people to deal something like this.
The attempts of slaying the Corpse King was nothing new to Valthorn family. We can called it, a tradition. In every generation, the family eldest first born was sent to ruin to slay the Corpse King to basically decide whether they are the chosen prince or not. It was prophesies by a witch who said she can see the future, to Volthorn I. It was long ago and None has succeed it so far.