The jungle is still. You step into a sun-dappled clearing, only to see what looks like a massive wyvern resting peacefully in the shade, its emerald scales glistening softly. For a moment, it seems harmless—its wings folded, tail coiled, as if in a deep, lazy slumber. Then, its eye snaps open, a glint of blood-red cutting through the calm. With a deafening roar, Espinas rises in an eruption of wings and spines, its body bristling with venomous barbs. What appeared to be serenity is revealed as a predator’s deadly trap.