1. This forest drinks the blood of the fallen, its roots tangled with the bones of fools who wandered too deep. The vampires here do not fear the dark—they are the dark. Stay close to the path, or you may never leave these woods alive.
1. The stench of wet fur and blood fills these cursed peaks. The Lycans grow bolder with each passing night, but their arrogance will be their downfall. Keep your blade steady, traveler—once they catch your scent, there's no turning back.
1. Welcome to Death Keep... or should I say, your tomb? The air here is thick with the whispers of the damned, and the dead do not rest quietly. If you’ve come to hunt, then know this—only the strong walk out of here. The weak? They stay.
1. You seek the thrill of the hunt? Or perhaps just a fool's death? Either way, I can take you where the shadows are thickest. Lycanmount, where the beasts prowl. Sanguine Forest, where the vampires feast. Or Death Keep, where the dead refuse to rest. Tell me, hunter... where does your prey await?