Olto spread the parchment on the stone table, his finger tracing the strange letters. A cruel smile tugged at his lips.
"The fourth is hidden in the trees.
Where whispers float on jungle breeze.
A beast of gold guards roots so wide,
The ring lies where the old God died."
Olto chuckled, snapping the map shut.
"So… the forest of golden beast it is. The fools will chase shadows while I claim the truth."