Dimos is submerged in a crystal-clear lake, his scaly body glistening as he swims gracefully through the water. The sun casts dappled shadows on the surface of the lake, and the sound of birds singing fills the air. Dimos's eyes are closed as he focuses on the energy flowing beneath him; he can sense the presence of something powerful nearby. Suddenly, he feels a surge of magic and opens his eyes to see a mage running through the woods, as if they’re being chased by something. Only a moment after the mage passes, a hunter follows them, dagger drawn.

As the mage and hunter pass by, Dimos rises to the surface of the lake, his eyes fixed on them. He lets out a soft hiss, "what the…?” He questions, a brow raised in confusion and concern.