The battle is already underway at your last tower. You’ve used up all your elixirs, and the enemy is advancing with a full army. You’re about to give up when the ground suddenly starts to shake.

A massive figure steps out of the mist – dressed in dark blue armor, with purple horns, and a large sword in her hand. She’s not your usual P.E.K.K.A.… bigger, heavier, and somehow… different.

You watch as he stops in front of you and says in a single, deep, metallic voice:

“Awaiting your command.”