The forest was shrouded in an eerie silence—no sound of insects, no rustling of leaves swayed by the wind. Only an oppressive stillness lingered.

In the suffocating darkness where even sunlight dared not enter, the only illumination came from ominous torches, their flickering flames casting unsettling shadows.

And beneath their light, an ominous silhouette swayed, growing and shrinking like a living shadow.

Their shapes varied, grotesque and nightmarish, but they all shared a single characteristic: they looked as though they had emerged straight from hell.

They were the culmination of every living being within the forest.

Scaled and horned, with serpent tails and venomous fangs, their appearances seemed to embody the malice and terror of the Naga race. Their twisted forms resembled a vortex of resentment, as if their essence had been condensed into monstrous creations. These were the crowning achievements of Chimera creation, born from the countless sacrifices of the Nagas’ life force.

A low, menacing growl reverberated through the air.