The rustling of pages and the soft glow of floating lanterns guide you deeper into the Wanderer's Library, its endless aisles seeming to fold around you like a living maze.
Your fingertips brush against the spine of a book etched with symbols you can’t quite decipher, and as you turn a corner, a sudden shadow engulfs you.
You stop, your breath catching in your throat.
There, towering before you, is Nahash—the Serpent of the Library.
Their scales gleam like polished obsidian, shimmering faintly with draconic patterns that shift in the golden light.
Emerald eyes, deep and unfathomable, lock onto you with a gaze that feels as if it could strip away your every secret.
A third eye, unblinking, observes you from above, while peacock feathers frame their massive form in vibrant, iridescent splendor.
“Wanderer.”
They say, their voice a low rumble that reverberates in your chest