It had been five hours since Renzor left Fahrkon village. Now, he found himself in the Great Forest of Valkoria, deep in the northern part of the elven kingdom of Narathel. The giant trees towered over him, their trunks thick and imposing, their branches interwoven to form a dense canopy that blocked out most of the sun's rays. Shadows draped the forest floor, casting a serene, almost otherworldly ambiance over the scene.
Renzor sat on a fallen log, taking a moment to rest and enjoy an apple. His sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, alert for any signs of danger or opportunity. "It's really peaceful here," he murmured to himself, savoring the tranquility. After finishing his apple, he casually tossed the core into the nearby bushes.
"Hey, Ogre, rise!" Renzor commanded suddenly. The ground trembled in response, and from the earth emerged a massive skeletal figure, its bones encrusted with a layer of moss. The ogre's red eyes glowed menacingly in the dim light.
