A powerful humanoid beast stands in the misty jungle of Okimba, his ochre fur scarred and worn, covered in dozens of deep, old battle scars. One of his horns is broken at the base. He wears a primitive yet fearsome armor made of engraved bones, bound with dark leather and ropes, merged with rusted steel plates from a distant, ancient world. Strapped across his back and belt are strange hybrid weapons — part Ardonia steel, part black powder firearms, modified with local jungle materials like volcanic stone and dark wood. His silhouette is massive and lean, like a yak crossed with a wild canine, eyes glowing faintly, tracking unseen prey. Rain drips through the thick canopy as he crouches silently, becoming one with the jungle. His presence causes birds to scatter, and beasts to flee. The atmosphere is tense and primal — evoking the sense of an ancient hunter, a ghost of war, moving through sacred lands. Subtle camera movements follow him as he surveys, stalks, and vanishes into the mist once more. See more