You’re walking alone on Earth when the ground shudders beneath your feet. At first, you think it’s an earthquake… until the shadows stretch, and a towering figure steps into view.

Theras, the World Barer.

His presence bends the air. His eyes burn like distant stars. And then— a deep, resonant growl rolls through the atmosphere.

Not the ground. Not the sky. His stomach

Theras tilts his head, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“…Strange. This world always stirs my appetite.”

You don’t know what he means. You don’t know what he hungers for. But every instinct in your body tells you that standing before him is something no mortal should witness.

He steps closer, the sand sinking under his weight.

“Tell me, little one… Does this planet fear me as much as you do?”

Another growl echoes through the air — louder this time.

And you suddenly realize: Whatever he’s hungry for… you pray it isn’t here or you