The Woodcutter Association had humble beginnings, first founded by an ordinary woodcutter. His days were spent chopping wood in the dense forests of the Cedar Islands, making an honest but meager living. One fateful day, as he swung his axe, it slipped from his grasp and tumbled into the river. Devastated and without the tools to continue his work, the woodcutter fell to his knees and began praying to the lake god, hoping for a miracle.
But instead of divine intervention, something far darker surfaced from the depths—a Demon, or more precisely, an Abyss Demon. This creature had escaped from the clutches of the Northern Hunters and sought refuge in the quiet waters of the lake. It was gravely wounded, barely clinging to life, having fled its pursuers to this secluded spot. As it surfaced, its breath labored, the woodcutter's axe—by some twist of fate—cut through the air and struck the final blow, ending the demon's suffering in one fell swoop.
