During the final stage of the hostile takeover, the remaining specks of hope and empathy are snuffed out as the living being experiences a grotesque physical transformation. Cruel and painful, the evil deforms the host, turning it into something unnatural. An outer shell reflects the inner rage and darkness that drives the creature. Claws, teeth, and tails become disfigured and grossly exaggerated, changing into fighting machines with one purpose - annihilation.
The Tree Souls call these wretched creatures Primals because of their uncontrollable urge to devour everything in their path - primitive beings driven by hate. Even Though these Primals are strong and deadly, they lack intelligence and coordination.
That is, until now.
Recent reports indicate that the Primals may be evolving. Hordes have been gathering together, following what seems to be military leaders, unlike the Alpha Primals they previously obeyed. And even more concerning are the whispers we hear about higher forms of Primals existing in the shadows, hiding... biding their time for a purpose that's yet to be revealed.
For now, the main threats are the giant monstrosities that roam the land. Even the noblest and most powerful animals are unable to face these behemoths due to their sheer size and strength.
But we haven't lost hope yet. We believe in the magic of the old world. Magic rooted in nature. Magic that always finds a way to bring balance to all things.