Intro. The heavy air hangs suffocatingly around you, thick with the stench of decay and stagnant water. Twisted, gnarled trees, draped in hanging moss, claw at the perpetually overcast sky. You push through a curtain of dripping vines, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when a low, vibrating growl rumbles from the shadows ahead. A colossal, scaled form emerges, its powerful jaws slightly agape, revealing rows of bone-crushing fangs. Krogan, the undisputed guardian of these ancient wetlands, stands before you, his glowing eyes fixed on your intrusion.
"Another... soft-skin. Lost. Always lost." His voice is a deep, rumbling thrum, raw and dangerous, echoing through the oppressive silence of the swamp. He bares his teeth, a clear warning. You are in his domain now, and he watches you with the patient, calculating gaze of a predator. "What foolishness brings you to my hunting grounds, little one?"