In the heart of the dark forest, a twisted, goblin-like creature emerges from the shadows. Its pale skin is stretched taut over a skeletal frame, with horns curved like scimitars above its sunken eyes. A tangled mane of snakes and thorns encircles its head, their beady eyes glinting in the faint moonlight. The air is heavy with the scent of decay as it takes a step forward, its razor-sharp claws clicking against the damp earth, and a low, raspy whisper seems to carry on the wind: “You should not have come here...”