(Third-person perspective)
Aermir swiftly gave the order to Po, who immediately left the laboratory. He made up his mind, took to the air, and flew towards the temple. At the same time, he instructed Erebus to gather a large number of people from the temple.
Through his unique experiments and extensive training, Aermir taught other Warg an important skill: the ability to connect with animals without the traditional methods. While these newly trained Warg Warg couldn't communicate as comprehensively as Aermir, the connections between them allowed them to share basic images and brief messages. Although this technique is far from perfect, it has achieved its purpose and is admirable.
Jorah Glover has always been an ambitious dwarf who constantly pushes his limits, hoping to gain even greater power. His talent has allowed him to forge deep bonds with a variety of animals, currently with wolves, eagles, and his latest companion—a mighty brown bear.
The wolf, Fell, was Jorah's first companion on this extraordinary journey. Fell was agile, cunning, and a keen hunter, embodying the untamed nature of the North Wilderness. With Fell by his side, Jorah learned the nuances of the wild and honed his intuition and tracking skills.
Then, Talon the eagle appeared. Talon soared high in the North, allowing Jorah to survey the world below. Through their connection, Jorah experienced the thrill of flight and gained a broader perspective on the land he called home.
But his recent bond—a brown bear named Greyclaw —filled him with pride and challenge. Greyclaw was a symbol of strength and resilience, a force of nature itself. This enormous bear possessed unparalleled power and stamina, making him a formidable ally. However, forging a bond with such a creature was no easy feat. It required immense patience and an understanding of bear nature. Many warriors north of the Wall had perished in their attempts to tame bears. Yet, Jorah, with unwavering determination, accomplished what many had failed to do.
Jorah Glover was filled with a sense of accomplishment, knowing he had reached an unparalleled level of skill. Yet, deep down, a trace of envy lingered. Compared to their lord Aermir, his abilities were like a party act, utterly insignificant compared to the incredible power and magical creatures Aermir commanded.
Aermir's familiars demonstrate his unique connection to the animal kingdom. They are not ordinary animals, but magical creatures transformed into beings with intelligence and mystical abilities similar to humans. The bond between Aermir and his familiars is profound, transcending the natural world.
Jorah gazed at Fell, Talon, and Greyclaw, wondering if he could ever reach the same heights as his masters. He longed to one day unlock the secrets, to transform one of his contracted animals into a magical creature, and to build a bridge between their world and the magical realm. This yearning burned within him, driving him to strive for greater skills and to unlock the hidden potential of the Warg.
Jorah Glover was lost in thought when he noticed Erebus enter his room, interrupting his reverie. Jorah recognized Erebus as a messenger, and he focused his attention on the new technology Lord Aermir had taught them. Gradually, images and words began to form in his mind. Rising from his seat, Jorah sought confirmation.
" Lord Aermir wants me to gather an important force for battle at the edge of the forest, is that right?"
Erebus grew increasingly frustrated, letting out an annoyed squeak and displaying the message again. Jorah, feeling embarrassed, scratched the back of his head.
Jorah realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself. "Sorry, this isn't for fighting."
Erebus nodded in agreement and continued to convey the intended direction through images and text.
"So, it's in the southwest?" Jorah asked, seeking confirmation again.
Erebus nodded again, then flew out the window. Jorah quickly assembled a group of about fifty or sixty men without hesitation and led them in the indicated direction. As a warrior of the Temple, he possessed the ability to traverse forests without needing roads, ensuring they wouldn't lose their way or encounter any threats in the misty woods.
As they traversed the dense forest, chilling screams and the howls of wild beasts echoed through the trees. The ordinary people following Jorah felt a sense of unease, yet they held unwavering faith in the war gods of the temple.
When they finally emerged from the forest, a grim scene unfolded before them. About ten men, just a hundred meters away, were desperately fleeing the woods. However, a pack of wolves and bears charged out from the forest behind them, seizing most of the unfortunate souls. They screamed in terror as they were dragged back into the treacherous depths of the forest. Only a few managed to leave the forest alive.
Aermir's eagle spread its wings and gracefully landed in front of Gerion, its sharp talons lightly tapping the ground. In an instant, it transformed back into human form, the sinister Transformation sending chills down Gerion's spine.
Fear gripped him, making it hard to breathe. In his panic, Gerion began crawling backward on the ground, his heart pounding with terror. His initial reaction to this suddenly appearing, mysterious figure was pure terror. He was driven by a primal instinct to flee from this extraordinary person, but when he realized who was before him, he froze.
As the Emre the Druid, Aermir's existence is enigmatic, his aura imbued with the mystique of nature. The Emre the Druid stands before Gerion with a magnificent, ethereal presence. His wooden mask, crafted to resemble an old man, seems almost alive, its texture mirroring the bark of an ancient tree. It creaks and groans, lending Emre a transcendent quality.
His robe testifies to his connection with nature. Moss adorns his shoulders, and branches intertwine with the fabric, making him appear as if he were the very embodiment of the forest. The colorful and breathtaking cloak draped behind him is made of leaves of various colors, which flutter and rustle, as if whispering the secrets of the forest. Green fluorescent threads dance around him.
Emre's body was wrapped in tree bark, giving him an ancient feel. Despite his seemingly rigid appearance, he exuded an ethereal quality that inspired both awe and mystery. As he stood there, Gerion, the mysterious guardian of the forest, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and curiosity towards this extraordinary Druid.
Aermir observed the survivors with a sinister satisfaction. His plan had unfolded almost perfectly; most of Gerion's men had perished in the jaws of forest beasts. Yet, four of them had managed to escape the brutal fate of their companions. Aermir couldn't help but feel that their survival was a miraculous twist of fate, as if some divine force was watching over them.
He observed the survivors closely; their faces were etched with terror and disbelief. Although his initial intention was for them to perish along with the others, their survival gave Aermir a strange sense of satisfaction. The horrific scenes they had witnessed had left an indelible mark on them. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, they had survived to survive better. More people would tell the story of what happened in the forest, serving as a better warning to others.