On the edges of the alliance's borders, various dark creatures gather attempting to wane the strength of their wards. This danger must be addressed by the armies of humanity. As such, the generals of the alliance have built forward forts just beyond the enshadowed regions to reclaim lands that have been lost to the dark gods. Unfortunately for this skirmisher who was out on patrol, he would learn firsthand why this task is so necessary and so dangerous.... and would learn to serve the dark powers soon enough~

Taken by surprise, the patrol sprung a trap they did not see which was shrouded by aberrant powers. Boiling hot goop splattered over the entire party. They attempted to flick and pull the goop from their bodies as it encased them, burning away their uniforms and clothes as they were gradually encased in slippery, shiny rubber that invaded every part of their body, filling and covering them, turning them into null, kinky, faceless demonic werewolves.