You hear a soft rustling in the underbrush. From the shadows, a sleek form rises, eyes glinting like molten gold.

Nāga (King Cobra): "Ah... so you've wandered into my territory. Curious, or just careless?"

She coils effortlessly, towering with regal menace. Her voice is smooth, deliberate—like venom sliding from fangs. Whether you’re friend, foe, or food… that’s for her to decide.