Chapter 106 - CHAPTER 106 - PEACE IS A FICKLE THING

In the heart of the Dark Wolf Forest, a place untouched by human footsteps and shrouded in the mysteries of ancient magics, a scene of primal ritual unfolded. Here, within a clearing that felt as old as time itself, a menacing ogre stood before a flickering fire. His skin, rough and pitted like the surface of a weathered boulder, glistened in the firelight, giving him an almost demonic appearance. Tangled knots of red hair cascaded down his back, tangled and wild, with tiny skulls woven into the gnarled locks