Don't wake Koak!

Far to the south of the Sphere, in the heart of the boundless swamps of the Descent, where the waters are black as a frozen sinful thought, and the air is thick with the fumes of decay and ancient curses, dwells Koak — a gigantic crocodile, a product of the marshes themselves. Few have seen him, because the meeting with this ideal predator is the last for most.
 
It is rumored that in ancient times, the wise elves who lived here used the knowledge of the habits of Koak for a safe way. The ancient lizard feels solid ground under the layers of slime and instinctively bypasses the "whisperers" — quicksand, dragging the victim into a deadly embrace.
 
But the elves have long since left these cursed lands. People, having barely stepped on shaky ground and having lost several detachments, realized that only death awaited them here, and retreated. Demons, on the other hand, completely bypass the Descent. And there are swamps immersed in eternal fog, overgrown with poisonous reeds. And somewhere in their depths, like a living block from the ancient world, a Koak is dozing, patiently waiting for its victim.