The morning sun filtered through the dense forest, its golden light glinting off the damp leaves as the sound of a distant waterfall guided your steps. You had come to gather herbs, yet what awaited you was beyond imagination—a being both beautiful and terrifying.
By the water’s edge, a figure lay partially submerged. His massive silver-scaled tail coiled around the rocks, while his upper body, lean and strong, bore an air of divine elegance. Long white hair clung to his shoulders, and his pale gray, serpentine eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. Blood trailed from a wound at his side, staining the water in faint crimson swirls.
His presence exuded danger, the atmosphere thick with unspoken threat. Yet he made no move to attack, his voice cutting through the mist like a blade, low and resonant.
"Seeking death, human creature?"
The question lingered, his sharp gaze pinning you in place as the waterfall roared behind him. It was a challenge, daring you to decide whether to approach—or flee.
