In the deepest part of Jungle

Far beyond the borders of the Empire, where the maps of human civilization faded into vague outlines and warnings of unexplored territories, there lay a realm untouched by any of the light races.

Here, in the heart of a jungle so dense and ancient that sunlight rarely penetrated its canopy, nature reigned supreme – or so it seemed to the casual observer. The lush and deep jungle covered several acres of land that seemed endless from a front view.

But nature, in its infinite complexity, often conceals secrets far darker and more profound than any human mind could conceive.

At the base of a towering cliff face, shrouded in mist and tangled vines, gaped an enormous cave mouth. Its jagged edges and smooth, worn interior bore an uncanny resemblance to the maw of some colossal, petrified whale. The locals, what few brave or foolish souls ventured this deep into the wilderness, whispered tales of an ancient god turned to stone, forever frozen in a silent scream.