Zjjan Master

Rescue Operation

Trees are bent down, some are buried, others are wrecked, and some are uprooted— whereas the land has suffered a marsh-like transformation.

Buzzing from the flies as some of those insects land and creep to someone's lower arm; the pests fly when someone's hands grab that arm—revealing the main part, still buried under the moister dirt. And now those insects are zooming, annoying those people in the duty.

Soldiers are gathering the dead in the now ruined village, nearby the sea. Vultures are soaring into the skies, and some already flown away. Rustling sea waves— as the curves of salty water cuddle upon the shore —are sizzing when cease and backtrack normally.

"This is terrible," has said by a high-ranking attired soldier, standing above the cliff while gazing at the ravage plane. "How comes, a sea wave becomes so ravaging. Is nature have anger on us?"

Away behind him, from the trees, a soldier holding a scroll is approaching. That soldier has stopped nearby behind and he places his hand to his left chest; he then bows. He stands straight; the scroll, he has, rolls down. "Lieutenant General Sir Den!

"People at Falhand Village are totally annihilated! We've failed to ferret any survivors!"

"This is beyond that I can imagine," has mumbled by the lieutenant. "What about boss General Auden, any trace of whereabouts?"

"My condolence—

"…sire…

"The rest of the soldiers acted, without your accordance for the memorial. So... please, for—"

"No need to apologize, it's our characteristic on this division."

"Thanks, sir!"

"Polite as always…

"Hmm, any reports about the damaged far beyond the village?"

"Aye, sir! Below at Falhand, Senear village also suffered the wrath! Around thirty are confirm survivors, excluding critical wounded! General Buog's division is still parsing the damages!

"Behind us, in Crewtner Village, several people are went missing, and some we've found dead, and our search parties assigned, are still in the chase searching for survivors! Few farms are wasted! We are still counting the casualties!

"Onto the Northern Region, Benton village has critical status in similar to Falhand! The good thing is, we've recovered three survivors!

"The only has minimum casualties here is Norshed, the village above the cliff near the seashore! Four fishermen are confirmed went missing!

"And sir!

This scroll has the list of people, inhabitant by these particular villages; missing, dead, and survivors, excluding visitors that aren't listed!"

"This is quite a task," has commented by the lieutenant as he has walked passed. "Come, we're still need to inform the kingdom about this."

"Aye sir!"

Somewhere around the eastern region of the wide island; Altrass is walking alone near the seaside. While the sea breeze is calming himself, this old man picks up a small hard shell. Inhaling the fresh air, he hurls the stone. A series of instant consecutive blast sends massive waters to the air, as it continues faraway. Out of nowhere, an exhausted man appears startled this old man. "Something wrong, Ramon?


"Don't push yourself, your wound hasn't recovered yet. Take it to heart."

"Bu, but, (pant, pant)

"Sire, Terrible thing has happened in the Northwestern region! The place has desolated…"

"Explain?"

"The place has ruined! Villages are obliterated, and many have suffered the damage! Too many lives are exterminated! I don't know if the possibility is true, but some witnesses uttered that a catastrophic massive wave from the sea rushed over the place!

"It's so quick and… That is what happened! The military divisions, station on the places, are currently on investigation!"

"Does someone inform this to our highness?"

"That... I don't know…"

"This isn't a particular for us to ally on her.

"That virgin wench, hugging all anxiety to her own self. Does her mother failed to teach her to stand firm? Or she does have a tiny brain?"

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