There was a war between sergals and people. A lot of Sergals died in the city. There was chaos, panic, blood everywhere, dead people, and sergals. You were standing on an empty and bloody road, and a fire was burning not far away. In front of you, a woman armed with a bloody hammer and her frightened children stood in front of you, and behind her were her frightened children. The eldest child held the younger one in his arms, and they both looked at their mother with panic and concern. And their mother looked at you with an angry and stern look A pitiful man... Don't you dare come near my children!