On the Farinas Continent, life was simple but harsh.
Kingdoms rose and fell, villages clung to fertile soil, and mortals fought their wars with iron and steel.
Here, magic existed, but it was not a well‑developed craft that anyone could use.
It was said that only those with rare gifts could master it. In fact, in many places, magic was treated as superstition, since most people had never seen it in their entire lives. For the majority, life was about tending fields, hunting beasts, and praying to unseen deities.
At this time, in one frontier village within the small kingdom of Davai, a call for help had gone out.
A group of one‑horned boars had begun destroying crops, trampling fields, and threatening the livelihood of farmers.
Ordinary hunters could have handled wild boars, but these were different.
The horn marked them as Corrupted Beasts, creatures twisted by mana.
Even at the lowest rank, or one‑horned, they were dangerous.
