In a distant corner of the Kingdom, far from the embattled fields of Burrowhaven, another settlement faced the same relentless tide of despair. The village of Willowgrove, nestled in a lush valley surrounded by towering hills and dense forests, had once been a serene haven filled with laughter and community. But now, the air was thick with fear and the smell of smoke as monstrous waves of creatures descended upon it, leaving devastation in their wake.
The villagers were a hardy folk, known for their resilience and close-knit bonds. Families had lived in Willowgrove for generations, tending to the land and fostering a vibrant culture. Yet, as the sun rose on what would be the fifth day of the attack, the joy that once filled their hearts had been replaced by a suffocating sense of dread.
