The smoke rose to the heavens. The fire consumed everything it could touch.
Those who had started the fire had long since teleported. Taking with them the bottomless bag with the orcs. The only hope for the forest creatures.
A mother doe made a call to her child, but the small doe did not respond. As the mother ran back to where she had last heard her child, she saw it.
A tree, crushing the love of her heart. Her small child was under it.
Never to call out to her. Never to suckle from her.
The mother doe collapsed on the ground, the smoke being too much for her.
She cursed them.
These humans who had come in here to level up. To torture and to kill.
Her voice rose to the heavens, joined by many others.
A bear which was trapped in her cave by a flaming tree let hate rule her heart. Her cubs were behind her. The bear rushed at the fallen tree. Trying to free the exit.
