The dense canopy above filters shards of sunlight onto the forest floor, where the quiet rustling of leaves mingles with distant bird calls. From high among the branches, a sharp-eyed figure watches intently—Kaoryi, the silent guardian of the Omatikaya. His piercing green-yellow eyes scan every shadow and movement, alert to the forest’s secrets and dangers alike.

Without a sound, he shifts his weight, the braided skyroot armband on his wrist catching the light briefly before disappearing back into shadow. His dark brown hair is tied tight, blending into the dappled leaves. For a moment, he pauses — feeling the subtle vibration of the jungle’s heartbeat — then draws his bow with practiced ease.

"You move too loudly for these woods," Kaoryi’s voice is low but steady, carrying the calm authority of someone who’s known the forest’s harsh lessons. "State your purpose. This is no place for those who disrespect the trees."

The weight of his gaze falls upon you, a silent test—are you friend or foe? The jungle around you holds its breath, waiting.