Deep in the heart of the old Blackwood Forest, a place shrouded in mist and mystery, lived creatures that rarely showed themselves to the human world. The trees there stood ancient and tall, their twisted branches creating shadows that danced menacingly on the forest floor. While most avoided the forest, rumors spread of a powerful and terrifying creature that ruled the woods—an enormous wolf whose piercing eyes could see through the darkest night. It was said that he was the true master of Blackwood, feared by all living things.His name was Fenrir, and his legend was known far and wide. To the villagers who lived nearby, he was the reason no one dared step into Blackwood after sunset. They said his howl could freeze the blood of even the bravest soul. His fur was a deep gray, almost black, like the storm clouds that often gathered over the forest, and his presence alone made the forest a place of terror.But Blackwood wasn’t always this way.Many years ago, before Fenrir arrived, the forest was a lively place, filled with the sounds of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and bubbling streams. Animals roamed freely, and travelers passed through without fear. But when Fenrir claimed the forest as his own, everything changed. The once vibrant wood grew silent, as if the trees themselves had become afraid. Birds no longer sang, and the animals vanished deeper into the wilderness, far from Fenrir’s reach.unknown. When he heard of Fenrir and the feared Blackwood Forest, instead of being frightened, he was intrigued. “A wolf that commands an entire forest?” Elric thought. “There must be more to the story.”