This Bastiladon is a living fortress, its body fused with the jungle. Over countless centuries, it has become nearly indistinguishable from the rainforest itself—vines creep across its shell, roots burrow deep into its flesh, and small creatures make their homes within its canopy. It remains motionless for days, weeks, even months at a time, its heartbeat slowed to a near halt, allowing the forest to overtake it.

The Hunters of Huanchi use this slumbering titan as a hidden base, perching among its branches or vanishing into the undergrowth that clings to its flanks. Some say the Bastiladon can see through the roots themselves, sensing every tremor in the jungle above. Others claim it feeds on mist, sunlight, and ley lines, existing in a half-dreaming state, waiting until the time to act arrives.

When the Hunters call to it with ancient chants, the jungle stirs—and the beast awakens.