Return and Revenge

The army under General Firoh's command had come to a halt in the midst of a forest biome, a stroke of luck amidst the relentless onslaught of disasters that had been unleashed upon them. It was a moment of respite they sorely needed.

A collective sigh of relief echoed through the ranks as the soldiers, weary from their arduous journey, slumped down and settled upon the soft grass. Despite the seemingly hostile environment, the tranquility of the forest offered an unexpected comfort.

It was in this tranquil moment that General Firoh, a stoic and enigmatic figure, found a fallen log and took a seat. His breathing remained steady, his exterior composed, concealing the tempestuous sea of emotions roiling within him. There was an underlying sense of unease that gnawed at him, a gnawing he wished he could dispel.