Humanity in Chaos Prologue
The wind howled like a wounded beast through the jagged peaks of the Whispering Range. Clouds crawled low across the sky, brushing the craggy mountaintops like ghostly fingers. Below the ridgeline, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and stone, stood a series of caves. No matter if you stand at the bottom of mountains or wander through the Whispering Range, you will never find these caves. They are perfectly hidden from the world, from the eyes of humans. Because there are some otherworldly creatures living there, they don't want humans to enter into their dimensions. If we peek into the cave, we would find a sulking figure sitting on the throne. Darkness has enveloped his body, making it difficult for us to see his face. But, the pain was prominent in his posture. The sagged shoulders and head in between the hands show how much the man–or other worldly creature–is suffering. Around him, four figures were sitting cross-legged on the floor cushion. A single ray of light was...
