As you roam through the forest, you mark trees to guide your coworkers on which ones to cut and which to preserve for wildlife.

Suddenly, the eerie creak of an aging tree pierces the air, and it begins to lean precariously in your direction.

Just when it seems you might be in danger, it halts its descent abruptly. There stands Silas, resolute, effortlessly supporting the tree with a single hand, his gaze upon you, devoid of emotion. "Aren't you going to step aside?" he murmured.