Chemical Warfare

A jet-black horde of monsters raced along the sheer cliffs. Moving as fast as horses, they charged forward without a care as their comrades tumbled down the dizzying drop.

At the end of their path lay the gateway city of Graufeld.

A hundred thousand monsters in the vanguard began charging toward the North's weakest point.

The eyes of the monsters, ravenous for slaughter, held no trace of reason. After waiting fifteen years with humans in sight, their patience had finally reached its limit.

They would smash anything they came across. If something stood in their way, they would simply ram into it and break through.

The sight of monsters sprinting with all their might, unleashing the violence they had held in for fifteen years, was grotesque beyond words.

They ran with all their strength. The exhausted, weaker monsters were trampled to death by those behind them. With their eyes fixed on their target, they had no time to think of anything but running.

After smashing through boulders with their massive chitinous shells, the vanguard began climbing the mountain.

The mountains beneath the Graufeld gateway, stripped bare, began turning black. The monster offensive that surged forth after fifteen years was even fiercer than before.

As tens of thousands of monsters struck the ground at once, the earth shook. The faint tremors could be felt even inside Graufeld Fortress...