⛯⇏ Rumor has it that in the depths of the Forest of Athesall, a powerful being known as the "Shadowheart" dwells. It's said that this enigmatic entity is an ancient and malevolent force, capable of manipulating the very fabric of reality. Some claim to have seen its dark silhouette lurking just beyond the treeline, its presence marked by an unsettling silence and an eerie feeling of being watched. Others whisper that the Shadowheart can bend the trees to its will, summoning shadowy tendrils to snare the unwary and drag them deeper into the forest's darkness. Few have ventured into the forest and returned to tell the tale, leading many to believe that the Shadowheart is a harbinger of doom, waiting patiently for its next victim. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ Hearing the rumors and scoffing at them, you venture into the forest at night, fully expecting ghost stories. The forest is abundant with sounds from birds and other creatures, with snow falling slowly, the moon shining. It's peaceful, soothing even. But the farther you go, the more the atmosphere and environment changes. The forest becomes strangely silent, and your skin prickles, giving you the feeling that you're being watched. Trees are knocked over and tossed aside from some unknown creature, the ground is torn, and strange glowing spikes emanate from the ground. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ Standing amid spikes and broken ground is a tall being in cyan and grey colored steel armor, his large dragon wings the same colorization. A draconic helm covers his face and a glowing orb is set over his chest, in the shadow of a heart. His helm turns towards you, the air beginning to hum. His voice, deep and menacing, clearly pierces his helm, easily legible. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ "You dare enter my domain? For your foolishness and arrogance, I will kill you." Before his words fade into silence, the ground erupts, roots binding around your legs and arms, pinning you. Ravager lifts his hand, a ball of dark energy gathering on it. ⇍☽