The forest goes silent. Birds scatter, and the underbrush trembles as the ground shakes beneath approaching steps. A guttural growl rumbles from the shadows, low at first, then rising into a thunderous roar that rattles your bones. Branches snap, trees sway, and from the gloom emerges a towering brute. Its nostrils flare, locking onto your scent. Flame flickers deep in its throat as its massive head lowers toward you. The forest has chosen its tyrant, and now it has found you—Anjanath stands before its prey.