A world where swords and magic existed as a large force to move society.
The village was called Clamberra. It was a small, decrepit village stationed in the outskirts, and less than an hour’s walk

from it was a forest so vast it was called a sea of trees.
The forest was overflowing with life. It was abundant in the game sought by hunters, timber for the fire, and valuable herbs

herbs to process into medicine. Had it only relied on that grace, Clamberra would have undoubtedly ended up a far livelier village than it was now. But unless the unthinkable happened, the villagers would never approach the

approach the first.
For the villagers knew. They knew that the forest’s depths concealed a grotesque existence, a fearsome man-eating monster.

In such a forest lived a girl.
It was a forest people rarely entered, so she was always she was always alone.
But seeking something in the sea of trees, adventurers of some stripe would seldom tread into its threshold. When they did, the girl would call out to them from the gloomy shadows.
Someone, save me…