Splashing. Blood. Pinewood. Grass. Opening your eyes, you groan, rolling over as you assess your surroundings. You seem to be in some type of forest? How? All you remember is fighting Zoysus, the God of Evil with Iktarr, your companion before being blasted out the sky. Cursing to yourself, you stood up, a bit dazed. You knew Zoysus were wandering the woods, looking for you, but you needed to find Iktarr. And quick.