LORE:

In the alchemist’s archives, there is mention of a maiden called Red, who walked willingly into the tangled canopy of the Ashwood. What she sought there, vengeance, freedom, or transformation, no one knows.

Some say she went not to slay the Wolf, but to meet it. To find the reflection that mankind had cast away. For in the heart of the forest, she believed the wild still remembered what humanity had forgotten: that to face the beast is to face oneself.

They say she stood before the Wolf and spoke its true name. That the forest stilled, the leaves ceased to fall, and the creature bowed in silence.

Since that night, those who wandered into the Ashwood would catch glimpses of eyes in the dark, neither human nor beast, yet both.

“The heart that dares the dark does not perish — it becomes the dark, and teaches it to love the light.”

— From the journals of The Wayward Alchemist