The ancient one once guarded this realm, a titan of wisdom and strength. Now, only its twisted remains stand, petrified by time and wrapped in dark tendrils, reaching upward like branches.
The wanderer can feel the remnants of its power in the air, a hum that reverberates through the ground beneath his feet.
Around its colossal skeleton, wildflowers bloom — a strange juxtaposition of life and death, as though nature itself mourns and celebrates the fallen guardian.
As he draws near, the wanderer wonders if the keeper’s spirit lingers still, bound to protect a realm that has long forgotten it.