Red forest rebuilt
Morning broke over the horizon, the first rays of sunlight casting a golden hue over the charred remains of what was once the red forest. Young Baron Wallace stood at the edge of Toraz town, his eyes scanning the landscape with a sense of cautious satisfaction. The previous day had been a grueling ordeal—commanding the Tamaburner and the Shadow Wolves to burn the corrupted forest to the ground had taken every ounce of his strength and focus. But the effort had paid off. The once menacing expanse of twisted red trees had been reduced to ash, a smoldering wasteland where no life remained.
Or so he thought.
As Wallace's gaze swept over the horizon, something caught his eye—a flicker of color where there should have been none. His heart skipped a beat, disbelief creeping into his mind as he took a step forward. It couldn't be… But as the morning light grew brighter, illuminating the landscape before him, the truth became undeniable.
The red forest had returned.