The wooden warrior carved by the forest itself. Born when lightning struck the oldest tree, he rose from ash and oak, wielding bark and bravery in equal measure. His joints creak with age, his stance never wavers. When machines roar or axes fall, he answers — not with fury, but with unshakable calm.
Legends say you’ll hear the rustle of leaves before he strikes. Because true power isn’t forged in fire — it’s grown from the roots.
