Early March, the beginning of spring, was supposed to be a season brimming with life and burgeoning growth.
However, the scene before the Kingdom Parliament's autonomous decision-making institution was a rather thorny one.
The southern coast of the kingdom, Nussfar Province.
Buzzing...
A grand wave of locusts swept across the land, painting the sky yellow. Wherever they went, even livestock and humans were torn apart and devoured by the swarm.
Millions starved, the scorching light illuminated the earth, and people resorted to cannibalism.
Bandit gangs rioted, raising militias and conscripting men, causing countless injuries.
Slap!
White Crow Aiwens descended onto the plain, gazing at the overwhelming locust plague, casually reaching into the swarm.
"Hmm?!"
He withdrew his hand, crushing a swath of locusts in the process. Disgusting fluids stained his luxurious armor, emitting a foul stench.
But this was of no importance.
