Far to the south of the Sphere, in the heart of the endless swamps of Nispad, where the waters are black as frozen sinful thoughts and the air is thick with the fumes of decay and ancient curses, dwells Koak—a gigantic crocodile, a product of the swamps themselves. Few have seen him, for for most, an encounter with this perfect predator is their last.

Rumor has it that in ancient times, the wise elves who lived here used their knowledge of Koak's habits to guide them safely. The ancient lizard senses solid ground beneath layers of muck and instinctively avoids the "whispers"—quicksand bogs that draw their prey into a deadly embrace.

But the elves long ago abandoned these cursed lands. The humans, having barely set foot on the shaky ground and having lost several troops, realized that only death awaited them here and retreated. The demons, however, avoid Nispad altogether. And the swamps stand, shrouded in eternal fog, overgrown with poisonous reeds. And somewhere in their depths, like a living boulder from the ancient world, Koak slumbers, patiently awaiting his prey.