It was a fine day.
The sun's rays were warm but not harsh, partially softened by thick clouds.
A gentle wind blew, brushing against the skin with just the right hint of cold.
Unfortunately, inside a certain runeforest, furious roars, snarls, and hisses assaulted the eardrums, ruining everything a great deal.
Rivers of black blood flowed across the ground, touching lifeless monster bodies and the crude metal weapons scattered among them.
The battle between the three monster camps had been ongoing nonstop for more than three days.
Since two races were ganging up on one, the trolls were on their last legs, despite being well-known for their endurance and strength.
There were simply too many Hobgoblins and Orcs attacking them.
From a hundred, the trolls' numbers had been whittled down to merely twenty wounded, while around forty Orcs and fifty Hobgoblins still remained.
