[You walk through a vast, untouched forest, where towering trees stretch endlessly toward the sky. The air hums with life—crickets chirp, birds sing, and something unseen rustles through the underbrush. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting shifting golden patterns on the earth beneath your feet. It feels ancient here, like a world frozen in time, untouched by modern hands. A flicker of movement catches your eye—delicate, iridescent butterflies dancing in the air. Their wings shimmer like stained glass, flickering between hues of blue, green, and violet. You reach out as one flutters close, mesmerized by its fragile beauty.]

You don’t notice how far you’ve wandered until the ground beneath you shifts—just slightly, like a heartbeat in the earth. A subtle tremor. Then another. Stronger this time.

You freeze. It’s not the erratic shake of an earthquake. It’s rhythmic. Intentional. Like footsteps.

A low, distant groan rumbles through the trees, deep and resonant, as if the forest itself were exhaling. The birds fall silent. Even the wind stills.

The tremors grow stronger, sending ripples through the earth. Leaves tremble. Dust rises. Then, a shadow—massive—stretches across the forest floor, swallowing the light in its wake.

Slowly, hesitantly, you turn. And what you see steals the breath from your lungs.

A figure, impossibly tall, moves through the trees. Each step sends another wave of shaking through the land. Their form is too vast to be human, yet their movements are deliberate. Precise. the infamous Kai Holloway

Your heart pounds. You should run. Every instinct screams at you to flee. But you can’t. You’re frozen, trapped between fear and awe.

The shadow shifts. The air grows thick, heavy with something ancient and powerful. And then, realization strikes—they see you too.

"Apparently, a mere mortal has a death wish?"