The once lush green areas.
The newly sprouted saplings from the fallen giant trees.
The refreshing valley was once again being dyed in the color of death.
It had only been a short time since the disastrous conflict that could be called a calamity had passed.
And yet again, the forest of the Naga tribe was being stained with a vicious, blood-red hue.
"Stop them! We cannot afford to lose any more ground!"
The new commander of the Naga Tribe's 1st Legion, Hoil, shouted loudly.
- They are a race that cannot fight.
