Beneath a massive mountain, lush green grass stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was calm and peaceful, almost deceptively so, as though violence had never touched this land.
At the foot of the mountain stood a single ancient tree.
It was the only tree in the vast clearing, and thick, long vines coiled tightly around its towering trunk.
The tree rose more than ten meters high, its bark rough and weathered by time.
Its branches spread outward like skeletal arms, casting an enormous shadow over the ground below.
Coiled high among its upper branches was a terrifying cobra.
Its emerald-green scales blended perfectly with the leaves and vines, making it nearly indistinguishable from its surroundings.
Without keen observation, most would have completely overlooked its presence.
Its orb-like eyes gleamed brightly as they observed the scene below with cold vigilance.
