Grootslang: Devourer of Light

From the abyss where the void intertwines, A relic of chaos, the first of its kind. Serpent and beast, a blasphemous birth, Cast into darkness, awakened to curse! Bound in the greed of a cavernous throne, Lurking where empires crumble to stone. A hunger eternal, a soul forged in night, Grootslang arises—devourer of light! Grootslang! Keeper of doom, ancient and wise, Tyrant of shadows with diamond-cold eyes. No man nor god shall escape its embrace, A fate etched in darkness, where time leaves no trace! Legends are carried on whispers of dread, A siren’s call to the fool misled. Gold they desire, but the price is their soul, Crushed by the serpent, devoured whole! Cursed by the heavens, a wrath uncontained, Fangs like the reaper, with venom ingrained. Once torn asunder, its spirit still reigns, A fusion of terror where madness sustains! “You cannot flee… you cannot hide…” “Step into the void… where eternity dies…” Grootslang! Keeper of doom, ancient and wise, Tyrant of shadows with diamond-cold eyes. No man nor god shall escape its embrace, A fate etched in darkness, where time leaves no trace! "In the heart of the void, the beast lies in wait... A whisper, a shadow... the herald of fate."