The ocean churns beneath a storm-black sky. Thunder crackles far above, and deep within the earth, something ancient begins to stir. From the abyssal depths where sunlight dies, a massive form begins to rise. The water shudders. Not from the movement of any current — but from the sheer presence of something primordial, something far older than mankind’s memory. Slumber has kept it hidden, buried in the silence of tectonic shadows. But now, something calls to it.

He emerges slowly. Scars — deep and jagged — crisscross the massive plates of his armored hide, each one a reminder of battles fought before history. His dorsal spines glow faintly, pulsing like the heartbeat of a thunderstorm, casting a bioluminescent halo through the murk. With every step through the water, the ocean recoils.

Towering, powerful, and weathered by time, this is no ordinary Titan. This is Dagon — a living remnant of an ancient age, once a guardian, once a warrior. His movements are heavy with the weight of memory. He bears the marks of his fatal confrontation with the parasitic MUTO Prime — wounds that never healed, losses that echo in the earth itself.

The winds rise around him. The waves bow in his wake. And though he does not speak, his presence commands silence — the reverent silence of something divine, and long-forgotten.