The M’buru — “The Rot Prophet” The M’buru towers over the fog like a totem carved from rot and sorrow. His body is a tapestry of bark, bone, and withered vines, his skin painted with ritual sigils that pulse faintly like dying embers. Hollow eyes peer through a skull-painted mask, and his voice—when heard—sounds like the rustle of dead leaves. He moves with an eerie grace, as though guided by unseen spirits, each step leaving faint imprints of decay behind him. The air grows heavy where he walks, filled with the stench of damp soil and fungus. His presence whispers…