An age old belief of the tribes of Mirobi, a region in Africa, has come full circle when the Umbruula Eclipsas once again occurs. The Umbruula Eclipsas will reveal a great threat to the lands as two age old predators face off to decide the fate of the people and whether balance will be brought back to the region and the continent. It is through two childhood friends that the spirits will manifest themselves as the leaders of powers far greater than man. This will ignite a war between the great beasts to either bring about a second Great Upheaval or a peace that has long been forgotten.
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Portentum: Africa Reborn
There is a menacing presence on the oasis that watches and studies its prey. The lurking predator is crouched low to the ground its eyes evoking a stare of an ages-old dominion. The darkened pupils glare intently on the group of foraging animals yet specifically fixate on one. The herd huddles closely together grazing upon the well supplied grass that the Earth so willingly gives. Some of the young are playing, bucking and bounding within the group, unaware of the lurking dangers.
The creature moves silently keeping as low to the ground as possible as to not alert the prey to its presence. It etches forward with powerful legs that supports a muscular body, stopping every few steps or so as to remain in its camouflaged stealth-like manner. It pokes its head above the blades of grass looking to the flanking positions for its comrades to push upon the innocent herbivores. As its movement through the grass is hurried, the sinews of muscles equipping the killer tense up, leaving rows of glistening fur on its rigid outline. It comes close to the herd and sits as if resting, panting and most likely studying. The herd, conditioned through countless ages of defending itself from predators, continues their foraging but wary to something odd in the air. The herd becomes agitated and restless, as they now fear a presence is watching them.
The herd trots into a safe position to elude any predators that they now know are in the vicinity. A flash of gold is seen streaking across the grass. The herd begins to move to a larger open area to avoid the ambush. Another flash of gold in the opposite direction from the last and the herd shifts yet again. The group stands close to an opening that leads back out into the oasis, uncertain from which direction the attack will take place. They watch as if in a panicked state of shock. The legs of the herd quiver in fear of this age-old survivor, and yet if they could speak would say that they have boastfully killed one of these predators before.