A knight long dead, yet ever vigilant.
You have entered its tomb, now become part of it.
Step lightly, some roots reach out for more than water.
From prey to predator in a single dusk.
Under the cover of night, the beasts begin their descent.
Touch the ice, unleash the monster.
**Seismic Shock!!?!**
There is no escape now... face the bearer of true ice.
Challenge the monk who turns dust into mountains.
Destroy them to claim the Bluff Rod, a key to geomantic mastery.
Its glow comforts the living, but its core belongs to the dead.
The savanna trembles when Umvuthi calls down the sun.
Their glowing heads light the hunt.
Do I get rich… or richer?
Serpents of the cliffs, swift as wind and sharp as acid.
