WOLF'S TERRITORY

Silence never lasts long once these lands are entered. It is immediately clear that others have tried before; the path is littered with abandoned blades. The howl comes from above, not as a warning, but as a signal that a process has begun. This place is known as Wolf’s Territory—its borders are not drawn by maps, but by violations. The wolf is not the master of the tree, but the first to rule in its name, and the howl is a call that precedes conflict. Anything taken from the tree is considered sacred, yet it is carried not by intent alone, but by payment. Every step forward here whispers that the possibility of turning back has already been left behind.

In older accounts, the tree’s essence is described as a rare substance capable of reviving dead flesh, making it both a cure and a calamity. The colossal swords driven into the earth by the gods are not displays of power, but silent oaths of balance, seen by the wolf as responsibility rather than dominance. The flowers react only to the uninvited; innocence or desperation holds no weight in this land. It is said the last warrior to arrive carried a different purpose—wielding a sacred blade not for conquest, but for the only substance believed to halt death itself. The wolf is known to answer not with itself, but with its pack, and none who have heard that call are said to have returned.