"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"
The scout slid on his knees and crawled on the ground of the corpse hill and bone sea, shouting sharply.
"Our altar in the south of Burial Peak was attacked by human invaders! We let one of them escape!"
"What?!"
Merk, who was feasting, was shocked and suddenly sat upright on the stone chair.
As he moved, the layers of fat on him trembled violently, causing the stone chair beneath him to emit creaking sounds as if it couldn't bear the weight.
"Who dares to attack my territory so boldly! Assemble the brothers from Burial Peak for a full assault, I want them to pay for this!"
Watching the rippling wave of greasy fat, the surrounding little rats swallowed harder, their tiny eyes gleaming with a desecrating green light.
The scout kept his head down, nervously continuing his report.
"The attackers came from the direction of Spinor Earl's Domain..."
