A Crisis Is an Opportunity (3)

The plains of Albus Territory, where Arien Academy stood.

Goblins, shadow wolves, earth dwarves, swamp slimes….

Thousands upon thousands of small monsters advanced across the plains. The sight of all those small, foul-smelling creatures gathered together was like an overflowing tide of mud.

It was an army of overflowing mud.

Churning, churning.

They crossed the vast plains toward the Academy, trampling the green grass and leaving dull tracks behind them like a tail. They marched slowly forward.

Even though they had already faced several attacks in various places.

The thousands of monsters continued their relentless advance.

Having already heard the news,

those in the middle of evacuating were horrified...