In an unknown town nestled between two forested ridges, chaos tore through the streets like a storm without warning.
Chaos erupted like wildfire.
Doors slammed shut. Windows bolted. Mothers dragged crying children inside as the town square emptied in seconds.
"Lock it! Lock it now!"
Shutters rattled. Lamps were snuffed out.
The once-busy market square now lay deserted, abandoned baskets rolling with the wind, scattering fruit and cloth across the stone pavement.
From the town's barracks and watchtowers, the guards came pouring out, their armor hastily donned, some still fastening chestplates as they rushed to their positions.
They formed up along the outer barricades, spears bristling, bows drawn tight.
And then it came—
Howls. Roars. Screeches.
They echoed from the forest edge—getting closer.
Panic flickered in their eyes.
"This… this isn't right," a young guard muttered, glancing toward the tree line. "It's too early. Beast waves never come this soon…"
