Heavy shadows slide across the emerald grass. A low hum vibrates the air, as if the earth itself senses the approach of an ancient predator. A monster slowly rises from behind the hills—feathers shimmering bronze and steel gray, enormous wings blocking the sun.

The Cockatrice... a half-forgotten legend made real.

It moves majestically, with the caution of a crowned beast. Its amber eyes sweep across the plain, and the herd of small animals instantly freezes. With one powerful flap of its wings, the monster soars into the sky, sending up whirlwinds of dust and feathers, and swoops down—a piercing scream shattering the silence. The earth trembles, and a primal fear reigns over the meadow.