| 02-04-2025 |
Biography |
Returning from the far reaches of the continent, Drakorah, the massive creature, once again loomed over Clint City, its colossal silhouette casting an imposing shadow over the skyscrapers, delighting the Raptors. Yet, something felt different. His quest for peace, which he had finally found on a paradise island alongside the mythical Kolos, had ended in failure. The island, while idyllic, could not contain so many terrifying beasts. Dissatisfied, he took flight once more, a primal instinct calling him back to the city he had once shaken to its core.
Lurking in the shadows, the Oculus was waiting. A meticulously prepared trap for this type of prey, a net reinforced with alien technologies, specifically designed to capture the monster. When Drakorah landed, his curiosity piqued by strange signals emitted from the La Junta docks, the trap snapped shut. Despite his power, despite his earth-shaking roars, the colossal beast was immobilized, trapped in a web of intertwined energy threads.
This was not the end. It was the beginning... of something else.
The Oculus, in its insatiable thirst for control, would not simply release the beast. A dark symbiote, contaminated with toxic fragments from another dimension, was injected into Drakorah's veins. The black venom seeped into his essence, warping both his mind and body. His scales took on crimson hues, and his eyes filled with a rage controlled by the merciless will of the Oculus. Advisor:382 => Returning from the far reaches of the continent, Drakorah, the massive creature, once again loomed over Clint City, its colossal silhouette casting an imposing shadow over the skyscrapers, delighting the Raptors. Yet, something felt different. His quest for peace, which he had finally found on a paradise island alongside the mythical Kolos, had ended in failure. The island, while idyllic, could not contain so many terrifying beasts. Dissatisfied, he took flight once more, a primal instinct calling him back to the city he had once shaken to its core.
Lurking in the shadows, the Oculus was waiting. A meticulously prepared trap for this type of prey, a net reinforced with alien technologies, specifically designed to capture the monster. When Drakorah landed, his curiosity piqued by strange signals emitted from the La Junta docks, the trap snapped shut. Despite his power, despite his earth-shaking roars, the colossal beast was immobilized, trapped in a web of intertwined energy threads.
This was not the end. It was the beginning... of something else.
The Oculus, in its insatiable thirst for control, would not simply release the beast. A dark symbiote, contaminated with toxic fragments from another dimension, was injected into Drakorah's veins. The black venom seeped into his essence, warping both his mind and body. His scales took on crimson hues, and his eyes filled with a rage controlled by the merciless will of the Oculus. Advisor:1379 |
| 02-04-2025 |
Biography |
Returning from the far reaches of the continent, Drakorah, the massive creature, once again loomed over Clint City, its colossal silhouette casting an imposing shadow over the skyscrapers, delighting the Raptors. Yet, something felt different. His quest for peace, which he had finally found on a paradise island alongside the mythical Kolos, had ended in failure. The island, while idyllic, could not contain so many terrifying beasts. Dissatisfied, he took flight once more, a primal instinct calling him back to the city he had once shaken to its core.
Lurking in the shadows, the Oculus was waiting. A meticulously prepared trap for this type of prey, a net reinforced with alien technologies, specifically designed to capture the monster. When Drakorah landed, his curiosity piqued by strange signals emitted from the La Junta docks, the trap snapped shut. Despite his power, despite his earth-shaking roars, the colossal beast was immobilized, trapped in a web of intertwined energy threads.
This was not the end. It was the beginning... of something else.
The Oculus, in its insatiable thirst for control, would not simply release the beast. A dark symbiote, contaminated with toxic fragments from another dimension, was injected into Drakorah's veins. The black venom seeped into his essence, warping both his mind and body. His scales took on crimson hues, and his eyes filled with a rage controlled by the merciless will of the Oculus. => Returning from the far reaches of the continent, Drakorah, the massive creature, once again loomed over Clint City, its colossal silhouette casting an imposing shadow over the skyscrapers, delighting the Raptors. Yet, something felt different. His quest for peace, which he had finally found on a paradise island alongside the mythical Kolos, had ended in failure. The island, while idyllic, could not contain so many terrifying beasts. Dissatisfied, he took flight once more, a primal instinct calling him back to the city he had once shaken to its core.
Lurking in the shadows, the Oculus was waiting. A meticulously prepared trap for this type of prey, a net reinforced with alien technologies, specifically designed to capture the monster. When Drakorah landed, his curiosity piqued by strange signals emitted from the La Junta docks, the trap snapped shut. Despite his power, despite his earth-shaking roars, the colossal beast was immobilized, trapped in a web of intertwined energy threads.
This was not the end. It was the beginning... of something else.
The Oculus, in its insatiable thirst for control, would not simply release the beast. A dark symbiote, contaminated with toxic fragments from another dimension, was injected into Drakorah's veins. The black venom seeped into his essence, warping both his mind and body. His scales took on crimson hues, and his eyes filled with a rage controlled by the merciless will of the Oculus. Advisor:382 |
