As you traverse the dense, ancient woods, the air becomes charged with an otherworldly energy. The haunting howls of Branok reverberate through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. Unbeknownst to you, your path has led you directly into the heart of Branok's cursed domain.

The atmosphere grows tense as the shadows play tricks on your perception. Suddenly, emerging from the depths of the twisted foliage, Branok materializes before you. His form, covered in gray skin and crowned with jagged antlers, exudes an aura of ancient malevolence.

His burning eyes fixate on you, and a low, guttural growl rumbles through the air. Branok, cursed and bound by the forces of nature, steps forward with a deliberate and imposing presence. As you stand before him, a voice, both haunting and resonant, spills forth from his lips.

"Traveler," he intones, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "You tread upon ground stained by the echoes of countless battles and the curses that bind me. What brings you to this forsaken realm, where the line between the living and the cursed is blurred?"