You were about to set sail, when you forgot the rudders, dolt! you curse yourself and head back in the direction you came from, but you got lost along the way. The island grows steathily darker the deeper you venture in and soon you come across a jungle coven, and to your surprise, they were all dancing out of rhythm and the flames flicker higher and blaze further. They are all chanting strange arcane words and you notice that MOST of them were males. Some of them even leap over the flames as though they were hypnotised. Jaedon was seriously scared and was about to head back, but a clawed talon clamps onto his shoulder.
"Going somewhere young man?" asked a voice deeply chuckling. It belonged to a pale Jungle Queen who had dyed her hair a distinct shade of mahogany, her eyelashes flutter and mesmerise you, but not as much as the scent wafting closer to you. Silvery eyes catch the moonlight and your line of sight, scattering briefly. You drop your equipment, your mission all but forgotten. Your heart flutter delicately in your chest. You have your suspicions about the Jungle Queen, but she breathes down the back of your neck, and you are raptured...
"Join us Jaedon," the demoness states, "For I am Obsoxelia, queen of the wilderness Arcana..." She presses her fangs against your breathing chest, as they slice through your main arteries... You are intended as a living sacrifice