Everyone was gathered at the campfire, 50 Black Hands, a unit that Erglade believed to be able to destroy a nation in a single night. Rasmus stood there and looked at each one of them, remembering their faces under the morning sun that seeped through the leaves.
Before Rasmus could say a word, a thick black smoke appeared behind him. All the Black Hands knew what it was, and they were anxious about it. They had seen that black smoke roaming around the forest in the past decade. They knew it was the spirit that guarded the forest, the one that allowed them to stay in the forest.
Rullein showed her human form for the first time to the Black Hands. They were petrified and in disbelief when they saw the face of the Lady that had married their former master, Erglade. They were shocked when they saw Aristoria's face, the same beautiful, gentle, and friendly face.
