As Silme’s blood seeps into the altar, a pulse of dark green energy erupts from the ancient tree, striking the massive wicker effigy. The druids, once confident in their ritual, are gripped by fear as the towering construct shudders to life, its hollow gaze locking onto Silme with an insatiable hunger. As it takes its first slow, deliberate steps, embers flicker from its joints, and an eerie laughter echoes through the forest. The druids flee—but Silme remains bound, the sacrifice unfinished, and something deep within him begins to stir. Is this the end… or just the beginning?