In the innermost and deepest part of the Bestial Forest, at its very heart, one could feel countless Auras—powerful and ancient—so overwhelming that the very air trembled beneath their weight. The tension was palpable, so intense it seemed the atmosphere might rupture at any moment.
Beasts roamed in droves, and shockingly, most bore traces of Draconic lineage—serpentine, lizard-like, and more—each pulsing faintly with a whisper of dragon's blood.
On the fringes of this gathering, humans stood watchful, their eyes sharp. Other races had also gathered—among them, tall figures with pointed ears and green hair, unmistakably Elven. And in the shadowed recesses of the forest, cloaked figures of unknown origin observed in silence.
They all stood before a cave, from which a low, rhythmic Draconic roar echoed every few seconds, faint yet filled with a haunting resonance.
