The wind and snow poured into the shattered watchtower, the smell of blood and spore pulp blending into a nauseating stench.
Willis Calvin stood on the broken watch platform of the city wall, staring at the enormous thing slowly emerging from the fog and snow in the distance.
His hand clutched the sword hilt, yet he found his fingers trembling slightly.
Even though he was already a High-tier Knight, he couldn't control the heavy, anxious suffocating feeling in his chest.
That was the Nest.
It was more gigantic and bizarre than he imagined.
Like an overturned tree trunk, or the back spine of some creature that shouldn't exist, dragging a whole river of writhing insect corpses across the icefield.
Willis gritted his teeth and looked down at the territory behind him.
This little valley, took him a year to build slowly.
He remembered every stone path, every house, and every name of his subjects.
