This is the fifth day since the Wolf Calamity, and the world remains in darkness—
At the Green Tower, torrential rain is pouring incessantly. The columns of light representing the Torch in the distance have already extinguished, plunging the world into pitch blackness, with only the occasional purple lightning tearing through the heavy darkness, and the dazzling electric light reflecting the rain into a silver scene.
The wolf pack has breached the last barrier on the outskirts of Green Tower, snow-white Winter Wolves and plague-ridden Plague Wolves crossing the defenses piled up with the corpses of Druids and Tree Elves for the first time appearing in the residents' view of Green Tower.
The wolves swept in like a flood from the undulating ground, their sharp claws rising and falling, trampling on what could not be distinguished as mud or blood, splashing water as they penetrated the rain curtain.
