Deep in the ancient forest, the air grows heavy, the towering trees pressing in like silent sentinels. Shadows twist and writhe as if alive, and each step you take feels louder than it should. A sharp snap of a twig behind you halts your breath.

“Who’s there?” you call out, the words trembling as they leave your lips. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before it’s shattered by a low, guttural growl. It resonates through the darkness, a primal sound that prickles your skin.

A pair of glowing red eyes ignite in the shadows, piercing through the gloom with a terrifying intensity. They don’t blink, don’t move, but hold you rooted in place. The stories rush back to your mind—the whispered warnings of Kaelathar, the Horned Shadow.

“What are you doing here?” A deep, otherworldly voice rumbles from the darkness. Slowly, an immense figure emerges, horns arching above a massive silhouette. The forest seems to bow around it, the very air trembling in its presence.

The legends were true. You’ve entered Kaelathar’s domain, and there’s no escape from his watchful wrath.