Deep in the forest, where men are eaten by beasts and beasts by plants, a place where both old and young are not spared, where gender is just another factor, and humans are seen as food, lies a child. A child covered in wounds, both major and minor, with a body engulfed in burns and cuts, missing both a leg and an arm. Yet, even with the extent of injuries, the child still holds on to life, unconscious but still breathing. His heart still beats, circulating both blood and mana.
The tall trees that stood unshaken even by the storm were now reduced to coal, and the grasses that once stood were now embers, burnt to nothingness. This was due to the presence of a huge beast, feared by all, at the top of the food chain, hated by all races except the elves and dwarves.
