"Even in quiet, shadows linger, and the heart cannot rest untested." , Fragment from the Codex of the Forgotten
The forest seemed to exhale, a slow, deliberate breath that stirred the mist into languid swirls around charred trunks, trampled ferns, and flattened moss. Every leaf glittered with dew, each droplet catching the pale light of dawn like fractured jewels. The chaos of battle had faded, leaving the clearing scorched and littered with clawed foliage and smoldering patches of ash. But peace had not returned; the fog was thick, suffocating in its stillness, carrying with it the subtle scent of blood, smoke, and wet earth.
