Lyerin stood amidst the Cragar'Throm Clan, with his eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement.
The dungeon before him was a lush paradise of living, breathing foliage. Massive vines twisted around thick trunks, and patches of glowing moss pulsed with mana energy.
Towering in the distance, strange creatures made entirely of plants wandered, their limbs resembling twisting roots, with the leaves blowing in the wind like fur, and petals arranged in threatening displays.
"Ahh, this is perfect," Lyerin murmured, a wide grin splitting his face. "This dungeon will be their feeding ground. My Cragar'Throm Clan... it's time to feast!"
