Blue Sky Harbor.
The harbor city has now fallen into chaos.
The sounds echoing through the city are those of battle and heartbreaking cries.
A house on the street.
The windows and doors were violently flung open, and rats poured out like a stream.
"Steal things! Steal things!" a rat squealed sharply.
"It's robbing! It's burning! It's killing!" another rat corrected.
Their fur was dull, and they wielded various seemingly ragged weapons.
Broken wooden sticks, rusty knives, makeshift long spears with daggers tied to them.
These formed the primary weapons of the rats.
"Rats, this city is ours!"
A giant rat commander, swinging a slightly more refined weapon and clad in tattered armor, declared from the top of a streetlamp, his voice stuttering and disconnected.
The rats below surged like a tide, sharply echoing his words.
"Get lost!"
A somewhat rugged human male swung the table leg in his hand, striking rats trying to get close.
