Impetus System: The power of chaos

In the mission hall, the group approached the notice board. Hana pointed to a yellowed piece of paper pinned to it.

— Look at this. Low-level monsters attacking crops and terrorizing villagers.

The Brotherhood has classified it as "low priority".

Akira rolled his eyes.

— Of course they did. No money, no fame. Haruto picked up the paper, examining it carefully.

— It's in a village near Soraoka. We can get there in a few hours. Daichi crossed his arms, serious.

— What if it's a trap? Or something worse? Haruto looked at him, determined.

— We can't ignore it. If we don't do it, no one will.

Satsu felt a chill run down his spine, but also a growing determination.

— I'll go with you.

Haruto smiled.

— I knew you'd say that.

The group set off for the small village in the countryside. The landscape gradually changed as they left the urban bustle behind. The open fields stretched out like an undulating green blanket under the clear blue sky. Despite the serene beauty of the region, there was something unsettling in the air - a sense of abandonment and struggle.

When they reached the village, a small group of villagers were waiting for them at the entrance, with tired but hopeful expressions. A middle-aged woman, her hands calloused by work, was the first to approach.

— Did you really come? - His voice shook, his eyes watered. - We thought we'd never get help.

Haruto smiled gently.

— We're here now. We're not going to let you face this alone.

An excited murmur spread among the villagers. An old man with a gray beard stammered:

— Nobody wanted to protect us before. They said we weren't worth the effort.