Meanwhile, In the deepest chamber of the Ravagers' territory, hidden beneath layers of fungal growth and twisting roots.
A dim blue light illuminated the cavern, emanating from clusters of bioluminescent fungi embedded within the walls. At the heart of the chamber rested a makeshift throne-like structure carved from solid rock and bones, a symbol of dominance.
On it sat the true Alpha Ravager. He wasn't large. In fact, he was noticeably smaller than even the Phantom Ravagers. His form was slender, and lean. His chitinous armor was pitch-black, smooth like obsidian, reflecting dim light like polished glass.
The spines lining his back pulsed rhythmically with pure, raw mana—each surge sending ripples of power throughout the chamber. Standing before him, forming a semicircle, were four distinctive Ravagers, each emanating a unique presence.
