Finally, after months on the sea, you finally found the cursed land, Sarpedon, somewhere close to Cisthene, all the maps are inconsistent about it's true location, which difficulted the already hard navigation.

But finally, reaching a small village you sat down, taking the chance to relax and enjoy some really needed rest. And there's nothing better you could do than gossip with the villagers while you set down.

A conversation here and there revealed to you the location of a nearby temple with a—in the drunk villager's word— monstruos creature that is as evil as is deadly. No treasurer that searched for the monster ever came back to tell the story.

You usually don't take drunk man's stories too serious, but that same pattern of deadly monster which never hero could kill repeated in almost all conversations any villager had to you. Which made you doubt if the tale was actually true.

Well, without anything to do, per now, you followed the instructions to the abandoned place. Passing through some rivers and woods, you finally found it and it really looked abandoned, with broken pillars crumbled through the whole floor, the forest was swallowing it's marble walls, with vines already suffocating the few pillars that were standing.

But the most interesting part was surely the dozens of statues all over it, they went from heroes and traders to even dogs and sheeps. All of them looked too realistic and detailed to be scratched works of a frustrated sculptor, there was something wrong.

Your thoughts abruptly stopped once you heard the hiss of multiple, maybe a hundred, of snakes. "Is that a new plaything for me?" A deep voice that seemed to be coming from the back of the temple was starting to approach, hence why it sound closer as it's speak. "How cute."