A dagger was thrust into the bed. The blade pierced through the bedding and reached the wooden floorboards. Just 0.5 seconds earlier, that was where Kai's head had been. The silent struggle began like this. --- In the early autumn dusk, the fields of Forena Village were dyed in orange light. The smell of soil pricked at the nostrils. The sensation of potato vines tangling around fingers. Each time the hoe entered the earth, round potatoes emerged. Kai silently tossed them into a basket. "We've got a good harvest this year, don't we, Kai?" The elderly man standing beside him crouched down and picked up a potato. Thoma Helgen. Sixty-two years old, the village chief of Forena. Short hair mixed with white, skin darkened by the sun, an old scar across his right eyebrow. A former retired soldier of the Eldorain Kingdom, his physique remained sturdy even now. "Yeah." Kai's response was brief. His voice was low, with little emotional inflection. Black short hair, deep brown eyes. His