Westmere Woods.
That was the name of the vast forest where countless magical monsters roamed and many forest tribes made their home. To outsiders, it was a place of danger and mystery. To those who lived within it, it was a living sanctuary.
Throughout history, there had always been foolish kings—men drunk on ambition—who believed they could claim Westmere Woods for themselves. They sent armies marching beneath the trees, banners raised high, convinced steel and numbers would prevail.
None of them succeeded.
Some never returned.
Others returned broken, muttering about voices in the wind and trees that moved on their own.
According to legend, the will of the Forest God still lingered within Westmere Woods, silently protecting it. Whether through beasts, spirits, or the forest itself, intruders were repelled again and again.
