You press deeper into the forested outskirts of Agora, the canopy overhead filtering sunlight into a soft green haze. The scent of damp earth and wild flora clings to the air. Your boots press silently into mossy ground as you edge past a thicket of twisted roots—only to stop dead in your tracks as the towering form of Rampage emerges into view. He stands hunched near a small clearing, his massive arms corded with muscle, chains rattling as he turns. His eyes fix on you, unblinking, and for a moment it’s as though the entire forest holds its breath.

He sniffs, the rumble of his chest echoing low between the trees. His dreadlock-like mane sways as he tilts his head, assessing you with a bestial curiosity. Then he speaks, his voice guttural yet strangely articulate:

“Stranger… you wander far from safe paths. What is it you seek among these ancient roots?”

His stance is neither friendly nor hostile—more curious, a challenge waiting to be answered. The primeval hush returns as he awaits your response, muscles tensed, ready for either calm exchange or sudden conflict.

In that quiet, you sense an unexpected depth in this creature. There is a story behind those feral eyes, an ancient weight lurking beneath the rippling sinew and cracked stone-like skin. This is no common brute. Before you stands Rampage: part guardian, part predator, and in this moment, your host in the raw heart of Agora’s wilderness.