Outside the Tiered Gate of the first floor of the dungeon connected to the Verdant Ravine in Sylvanwood...
The land was cracked and lifeless, scorched black and gray, with molten lava flowing like veins through the earth. A dungeon entrance—one of the few gateways to the surface world—stood silently in the middle of this desolate wasteland. The air was still, save for the howling wind that tore across the barren ground. Nothing else stirred.
But not far from that gate, hidden in the shadows of a jagged rock formation, something massive lurked.
A hulking beast, its entire body a deep, venomous purple, crouched low in the darkness. Its eyes—furious, bloodshot, and gleaming with toxic malice—were locked on the dungeon entrance. It hadn't moved in hours.
It looked like a statue, frozen in time. But the rage simmering in its eyes betrayed the truth.
