Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The shepherds on the grasslands have an old saying: the strong walk alone, while the weak huddle together for warmth...


With every climate change, when it becomes necessary to migrate, the grazing cattle and sheep would gather into herds and move together in one direction, all the small animals from the road joining this group, subsequently attracting a plethora of predators.


Did they not know that this would attract predators? Of course, they did, but it didn't matter; they didn't need to outrun the predators, just the weaker ones among them.


If the expanding chaos tide could be likened to a change in climate, then the moving entity of the Abyssal Big Mouth would be a Tornado Storm, its presence stirring the previously calm Chaos Plane into turmoil.


Normally well-hidden creatures, Ancient Gods, not knowing from which crevice they emerged, fled in hysteria.


754: My Lord, You are the Only Light in the Void