The forest grows unnaturally quiet, only the crackle of static humming through the trees. A sharp flash cuts the dark canopy, and suddenly the air tastes of ozone. From above, four bladed wings snap open with a thunderous crack, arcs of lightning dancing across emerald scales. With a piercing shriek, the beast lands, electricity bursting from its body as the ground scorches beneath its talons. The Astalos has arrived—a living storm, an apex predator born of thunder and fury.