For decades, Jebadiah’s hands worked his land, feeding its soil and guarding its secrets with a fierce, unyielding dedication. His hatred for trespassers was as deep as the roots of his oldest trees, and when he fell defending his territory, the earth itself seemed to mourn. But death is not the end for a man so tied to his domain. A month after his burial, a group of strangers arrives, drawn by whispers of potential and dreams of ownership, unaware that the ground they walk on is still guarded by a relentless spirit. As they begin to shape the land to their will, they awaken something ancient and unforgiving—something that still despises trespassers with every fiber of its spectral being.




























































