The two boys were further off their course than, perhaps, they could possibly imagine. It was not just grass and nightfall which awaited them; the monsters of Landel's were awake now, and ravenous with hunger.

Far off in the distance of the Recreational Field, a brand new monster couldn't wait for the first arrivals. A massive figure stood crouched over the shattered body of a Gnome: a face mask was open, baring row upon row of razor-sharp teeth as it tore the tiny snack apart, the entire creature disappearing into that maw in a matter of seconds. Only a feeble squeak of agony escaped before those teeth finished the grisly task, the mask snapping shut as soon as the first course was concluded.

Then Indra slowly stood up to its full height, its eyeless face seeing its next meal, its earless head nevertheless trained on where those loud shouts and arguments were coming from. With a silent gait, the Demon of Thunder began striding towards the two boys. It was still ravenous. It still wished to feed.