The night was as dark as ink, deep within the dense forest of Cragfall, the damp air was thick with the stench of decay.
The wind whispered through the treetops, creating a rustling sound, occasionally interspersed with a couple of chilling beast roars, making the pitch-black night all the more eerie.
A few figures took advantage of the cover of night, quietly approaching the Umbraflow at the bottom of the cliff.
The leading Beastman from The Raging Lion Tribe lowered his voice, casting a wary glance at his companions behind him, "Be careful, this place is wickedly strange."
Just as his words fell, the ground beneath loosened suddenly, and a pitch-black snake tail swiftly ensnared the legs of the leading Beastman from The Raging Lion Tribe, dragging him at speed into the venomous waters of Umbraflow.
"Ah…"
A blood-curdling scream instantly pierced the night sky.
