Part 3 of the introduction

In the morning, out of the ditch, a small male Naeiri, completely covered in mud, climbed onto the dry land and made his way into the empty village. First he looked for maybe other survivors, then when he could not find anyone, he looked for food and when he found some, he fed himself while silently crying as he relived the previous night. It took him a while, but after a few hours, he found some of his resolve and remembered there was a Naeiri settlement where his mother came from not too far away. He should be able to walk the distance and make it within a day. So he started to pack things he thought he might need and then started walking. He kept pushing himself walking throughout the day and far into the night.

When he took a break somewhere in the middle of the night, he slowly drifted off and slipped down under some leaves and dirt. Not long after he got woken up by a sudden quaking of the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge downward pointing spike a meter away from him and he froze. Then the spike got pulled up and was replaced by a new spike. By the movement of the legs, the young Naeiri could, to his greatest fears, deduct that whatever it was, it was moving towards the village he was trying to get to too. His body though was frozen in fear of getting recognised and so he could not move until he was sure enough the raid party had left and then needed 15 minutes to relax his muscles enough to make them follow his thoughts and pursue the raid party. When he got to the village perimeter, it was already starting to become day and deeply regretful he came to the conclusion he arrived too late. This village had met with the same fate as his own village, though this time, there was no survivor left.

Out of pure hopelessness, he sank to his knees and fell forward, where he fell asleep from the emotional tiredness and not having to be able to rest much. He slept for two whole days before something strange came crawling through the village and found his lifeless body, grabbed it and moved back out of the village. The creature looked like a huge moving ball of hair, easily 5 times the length and 2 times the height of the young male. Whatever it held on to the male Naeiri with, was also covered in the hair. It held in tightly and only dropped the body in a big shadow that was very slender at the limbs. It was not a Naeiri as the neck was way too long. That was the only thought of the young Naeiri before falling back into his deep sleep.

In the 75ish years after that, all the magical and lusciousness of Gadai disappeared, forests became mostly wastelands, where nature ruled, now huge spikes rose that served as menacing looking castles where the Goroth resided. Many, if not most of the races, animalistic or intelligent, seemed to be in service of the bestial conquerors, while those that found a way to escape their clutches, were somehow able to resist or were useless in their eyes, found some way to make a living in the barren places even the Goroth had forsaken. But all those races had lost a lot of their numbers, not being able to feed their kin, being hunted for their meat, being too weak to bear healthy offspring, not able to adjust to different circumstances, etc.