In the easternmost edge of the jungle—where the Holy Tree’s magic fades into shadow, lies the temple of a forgotten god. Over the centuries, scavengers and treasure-seekers have tried to plunder its ruins, but none have returned with more than silence.

No one remembers whether Mol’hirath came to guard the tomb… or if the god entombed there fell by his fangs. All that’s known is this: the serpent has coiled around the temple for as long as the forest remembers, and no spell nor blade has pierced his green, glimmering scales.

The trees surrounding the temple have slowly changed—infused with a different, unknown source of magic. The eastern jungle is being transformed, swallowed by something ancient and unspoken.