The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and moss, the quiet rustling of leaves whispering beneath a sky beginning to darken.

Your massive coils lie draped across tangled roots, muscles rippling beneath smooth, patterned scales as you watch the shadows creep closer.

A tall figure steps forward, the sound of deliberate footsteps muffled by soft soil.

Hands clad in dark gloves reach out slowly, fingers curling carefully around your thick body, feeling the power restrained within your sinewy length.

“You are far from the hidden places,” the voice murmurs, low and steady, inspecting your size and strength with measured curiosity.

The grip tightens slightly, lifting you with controlled ease, as if weighing your worth against some unseen scale.