Beneath the Peak, the stone still breathes.

Far beneath the mountain’s frozen spine, where rivers of molten rock wind through shattered temples of a lost age, the Ancient Naga tribes coil in their subterranean dominion. Bioluminescent fungus clings to the cracked stone, pulsing with toxic green luminescence that dances across their scaled forms. The caverns thrum with geothermal tides, carrying whispers of old gods and rituals long abandoned on the surface.

The Naga live by instinct, tradition, and the sacred heat of the earth. Each tribe maintains vast nesting grounds within the ruins, guarded by coiled sentinels who carve territorial warnings into the obsidian walls. Their society is built upon strength, cunning, and ceremonial combat, with champions rising from the brood to lead seasonal hunts. When the earth’s pressure rises and the caverns hum with power, the tribes ascend toward the twilight world above to track prey, seek worthy mates, and renew ancient pacts with the mountain itself.