Silverback Citrus

Silverback Citrus: The Jungle King of the Wyldelands

Deep within the southern reaches of the Wyldelands—where the air hangs thick with rain and the jungle swallows whole expeditions—there lives a force few dare name.

They call him Silverback Citrus.

Not for softness… but for the storm he carries.

Once, he was part of a forgotten expedition sent to harvest the rare citrus groves hidden deep within the jungle—fruit said to grow brighter, sharper, and more potent than anything found in the outer ports. The crew never returned.

Only one remained.

When he emerged from the jungle, he was no longer a man.

He had become something else—stronger, faster, ruled by instinct and sharpened by survival. The jungle had claimed him… and crowned him.

Now he moves through the bamboo forests and rain-soaked valleys like a king without a throne. The scent of crushed citrus and fresh rainfall follows in his wake—bright, alive, and dangerously wild.

At his side is Clockwork, the cold-blooded predator of the rivers and mangroves. Where Silverback is fury and force, Clockwork is patience and precision.

Together, they control the waterways and jungle paths of the Wyldelands—an unstoppable balance of brute strength and calculated death.

Pirates who venture too far inland speak of hearing branches snap…

of seeing eyes watching from the canopy…

of smelling fresh citrus in the air just before everything goes quiet.

Some turn back.

Most don’t get the chance.