The forest was silent, save for the steady drip of blood falling from the edge of her blade. She walked forward, her shadow stretching against the crimson-streaked fog, a harbinger of the vengeance she had wrought.

They had taken everything—her home, her family—but they underestimated the fire they’d ignited. Now, the echoes of their screams lingered in the trees, and the forest bore witness to her wrath.

As dawn’s light seeped through the branches, she paused, staring at the carnage she’d left behind. Blade in hand, blood on her soul—her vengeance was complete, but her war was far from over.