The heart of the massive jungle stirs as a wind blows violently through the trees, stripping them of their leaves and carrying them towards the heart of the jungle. The jungle animals, full of fear, flee with unbound panic without knowing where to go. They only know they need to get away. Away. A forgotten evil has been awoken. It's been so long and the world has moved on and only one thing remains: hunger.
In the center of the jungle, the leaves coalesce and are consumed by a shadowy mass of undulating darkness. There is no mouth, but there can be no doubt that it feeds voraciously, grasping at the barest threads of life energy contained within the leaves.
Shadowy tendrils reach out and caress a group of nearby bodies. It should be grateful. These insects were so eager to release it. But it only knows hunger and it will allow them to give one last contribution to something greater. It doesn't take long before the bodies are nothing more than bleached bones, cracked open and picked clean beyond recognition.
The taste of life. How sweet. But the taste has served merely as an appetizer and the hunger becomes insatiable. More. It must have more. It turns its awareness outwards, towards the living inhabitants of a sparsely populated continent. It begins to reach out towards a nearby village, not far away, full of strange furry creatures with a delicious amount of life pulsing through their veins. The inhabitants, focused on their mundane lives, never see the danger coming. Within moments, there is a dried husk where once stood a vibrant community. But the hunger is not sated. No, the hunger has only grown with each new taste. More. It must have MORE!
And so it moves ever outwards, away from the center of the jungle, over rivers and through valleys, consuming everything within its path as it grows ever more voracious with each passing hour. But the meal is so meager. It must keep searching. It must find a true source of life to feed its growth. Its search brings it to a beautiful beach on the edge of an ocean.
The Unfettered doesn't notice the view, for it has sensed a different sort of beauty. From across the ocean it senses something. A pulse. A heartbeat, ever so faint. It knows this heartbeat, it has become one with this heartbeat and the two are now inexorably linked. The one who will show it where to feed. The pulse pulls from thousands of miles away like a siren's call.
Without further deliberation, the shadowy mass of horror enters the ocean and sinks beneath the waves.