Wallace stood near the edge of the red forest, his thoughts racing as he pondered the situation. The Shadow Wolves had been gone for a few hours now, and the tension gnawed at him like a festering wound. He knew they were capable, but the uncertainty of what lay within the forest worried him. The horned tribe had already shown they were cunning and ruthless, and the red forest itself was an enigma that defied the natural order of things.
Mendez, his ever-loyal butler, approached from behind. "Baron, are you certain sending the Shadow Wolves alone was the best course of action?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.
Wallace didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let his gaze linger on the treetops that loomed above, their crimson foliage blotting out the evening sun. "I trust them, Mendez," he finally replied. "But I can't shake the feeling that something's amiss in there. Something we don't yet understand."
