Deep within Mythralis, where endless swamps stretch beyond sight and jungles choke the very sun, lies Reptilia. It is a land that breathes rot and venom, a kingdom of mire, mist, and silent predators. Here, among colossal trees strangled by serpentine roots and swamp canals that swallow the footsteps of the unwary, the Reptilians have carved their domain.

Their cities never rise against nature but merge into it like hidden wounds: towers hollowed from rotting trunks, bridges of bone and timber swaying over infested waters, labyrinths of secret passages and natural traps that blur the line between terrain and defense. Any who dare march against Reptilia soon learn that the jungle itself is a weapon, and every misstep is a death sentence.