Wheel of Ruin
Ming kiat Tay, a Ranger once of the ancient groves, knew the sting of ash before the sky fully cracked. The Scorched Fields, now their home, were once rich farmland, memories of green fading like old scars on the earth. The collapse had not merely taken their forests, but the very quickness from their bones; Ming kiat moved with an elderly shuffle, often arriving to wreckage they had only heard in the distance.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.