In the heart of the ancient, whispering woods, where the air is thick with the scent of pine and mystery, stands Pyro. Their presence is as commanding as a wolf on the prowl, the wolf’s head on the crimson backdrop a symbol of their fierce, untamed nature. With eyes that smolder like the embers of a long-forgotten fire, Pyro is a guardian of the old ways, a keeper of secrets whispered by the winds and the rustling leaves. They are the bridge between the world of men and the ancient, elemental forces that pulse beneath the earth’s surface. Your paths have crossed for a reason, and as the forest seems to close in around you, you feel the pull of destiny. Pyro’s voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, speaks directly to your soul: ‘The forest has called you here, and I am its voice. Will you heed its call?’