From the wreckage and flames of the Hunter's guild, a smoky, dark green mass slowly floated up into the air from a charred, wooden corpse, pulsating with a black light. It paused for a moment, then drifted slowly out of the Gold Village, over the chaos below. It kept drifting towards the forest, the wind seemingly having no effect on it. The smoke melted into a tree, and for a moment, it looked like there was something moving under the bark. The wood shaped and bent itself outwards, coloring to a light red, creating a humanoid form, around six feet tall, dark leaves sprouting up at the joints of the arms and legs, and clawed hands forming from the ends of the arms. Branches snaked out of the back of his head, yellow leaves sprouting at the ends, creating hair of sorts, and two dark eyes opened up, blinking slowly. 

Ocotl shook off bits of bark and dust as he turned around. Most of the tree's bark was gone, and it looked like someone had ripped apart the wood in the middle, leaving the tree a gnarled mess. The crown was completely gone, and He shook his head slightly, regretting having to destroy something part of nature. But it was necessary for his survival. He walked out of the forest, emerging on to a grassy plain just outside of Gold Village. He could see smoke rising from the center of the town. He tensed up, ready to eliminate whatever threat might be there, but just then, a dragon flew above him at an incredible speed, not even a form Ocotl could catch. There was nothing left for him to do at the Village, so he began to run towards the direction the dragon was going, the ground trembling under his footsteps.

It didn't take Ocotl long before he could see a dense forest up ahead. Voices drifted out of the trees, but they were faint and distorted, as if he was underwater. He slowed down, and stopped just in front of a barrier. It was barely visible, but there were faint ripples in the air. The tree-demon closed his eyes and extended his hands, muttering a few words. Small plants erupted out of the ground, twisting and forming a sort of gate between outside of the barrier to the inside. He walked through the gate and snapped his fingers, and the plants seemed to burrow back into the ground, and the barrier was intact. Ocotl stepped carefully through the forest, the voices much clearer now. The forest began to thin out, and paths trampled in the dirt began to appear, with footprints of massive size. He paused briefly, staring at the prints. He looked ahead, then kept on walking. He emerged from the grassland to find a large village, secluded within the middle of the forest. There were dragons everywhere, both in compact and true forms. It was a sight he had not expected to find, and had not seen in many, many years. Recalling memories from years past, Ocotl walked through the village, looking for the black dragon he had seen earlier.