The cold wind blew gently in the woods making rustling sounds as the trees were being blown about in the darkness of night.

 Deep down this part of the woods, in the part most difficult to approach by any ordinary human.

 An innocent creature had been buried in his grave, being half-alive for a long time over a century. 

As he waited patiently for retribution. The soil cracked open. 

He rises from his grave. 

The creature opens his deep red eyes,  Leaving a roar in the woods.

 His eyes could change into any color From red, blue, green, etc. 

Depending on his mood, But his revival meant terror. 

He once dreaded the land some centuries ago. 

He was a lord in his land, He was inhuman and his ranking was the top among the best. 

 His presence means doom for the lands.

 The master of the woods has f