Max stood outside the forest about twenty feet or so from the edge of it. The forest was burning the smoke was everywhere inside. It consumed everything and left almost nothing. The worst thing was that Bruce was in there and once again she could do nothing but hope he got out. Sena was trying to hold her back from going in there despite what could happen. Luna was standing next to Peter looking into the woods waiting to see if Bruce would come out. She was thirteen now and not the little girl from when the war started.