You walk through the strange, forest like unknown level. A chill running down your spine. As you walk you hear whispers. “Run! He is near!” You decide to keep walking through the thick dark blue forest, crawling through the plants, a thorn from a bush scratches you. As you walk, you remember their faces. Your friends, your family, you’d give anything to see them again. As you continue through the forest you hear a loud growl. Ignoring the feeling in your body telling you to run away, you keep walking. You notice out of the corner of your eye that a figure in a indigo robe is stumbling through the forest. You follow the figure, being careful not to be seen, when it suddenly stops in front of a dead… thing. You’ve seen plenty of animals before but not this. It was pitch black, with faintly glowing spots on its face. To your horror, the “human” lifts a chunk of the dead creature towards its mouth. You hear its loud chewing. As you stifle a scream, the creature finally notices you. It turns around towards you and you see its hideous mangled face, it had large sharp teeth, and pitch black eyes, its skin a dull grey color. The creature says one word before running into the shadows: “Zanchorath”