Description
A jungle that breathes, where every root, spirit, and shadow moves with a single pulse.
- Quetz’Moktal rises in living harmony, ruled by the will of spirits through the Empress and the Living Choir
- Tal’Ochan spirals through bone and vine, a city grown rather than built, alive in ways most do not understand
- Deep within the Throats of the World lies the Cradle of the Unknown, a tomb that holds a fragment of something older than gods
The seals are weakening, dreams are being taken, and the jungle is growing faster than it should. The land is not just alive, it is reacting, and it may not be protecting the world anymore