As dawn broke over the dense canopy of the red forest, young Baron Wallace stood on the outskirts of Toraz town, his eyes locked on the ominous stretch of trees before him. The air was thick with tension, the scent of decay and malevolent energy seeping from the crimson-hued foliage. Wallace knew that the forest was more than just an obstacle—it was a living, breathing weapon wielded by the horned tribe, a barrier meant to trap and confuse those who dared to enter.
But today, he was determined to turn that weapon against them.
The Tamaburner stood at his side, its fiery eyes glowing with an inner light. The beast had proven its strength in the Pocket Dungeon, and now it was time to put that strength to the test in the real world. The Shadow Wolves, silent and vigilant, flanked the Tamaburner, their dark forms blending seamlessly with the shadows of the early morning.
