Alaric and Esty had finally arrived at the Treant Clan village, Yiggor, after a few days.
They were greeted by no one at the gate, which was odd, and the second they stepped in, they were met with the sight of pure destruction, carnage that spanned a couple miles.
Treant corpses piled on the ground, houses burnt to the ground, trees cut down; the whole place was a mess.
"Oh my! What could've happened here?" Esty exclaimed, holding her hands over her mouth as the horse carried her across.
"Someone extremely powerful must've done this to them, the Treants are not a violent race. They would never provoke outsiders." Alaric responded as he looked at the bodies, half expecting to find Yggros laying amongst them.
When he didn't find her, he wondered where she was.
Where was the elder of the Treants when they needed her the most? Why would she allow such a thing to happen to her people.
