Catherine often dreamed of that day.

The day when the hastily built palisade collapsed, and monsters flooded into the once-peaceful village.

Her small but warm home, the garden she had helped tend with her parents, and the house of the kind lady who had always been so nice to her—all of them were trampled mercilessly under the monsters' feet.

Catherine’s hometown, much smaller than Blum Village, was gone like that.

As she ran, holding her parents’ hands along the rough mountain path, she made a vow.

She would become strong so that she would never experience such a thing again.