Alarms blare in the distance. The city lies in ruins—burning, broken, abandoned. A low-frequency rumble shakes the earth beneath your feet, growing steadily louder with every passing second.

Suddenly, the smog-choked sky tears open with a deafening shriek—not mechanical, not organic, but something ancient and wrong. A blinding red light pulses from within the smoke, followed by the sickening sound of shifting bone and grinding armor.

A shape emerges from the inferno: massive, towering, winged. A demon forged from the very weapon that once killed a god. Six glowing eyes pierce the darkness. Hooked claws twitch with anticipation. Spined wings slowly unfold to their full, monstrous span, blotting out the full moon above.

With a single, bone-cracking stomp, the ground fractures beneath him. Ash and flame swirl upward around his armored carapace. Steam hisses from his vents as his horn begins to glow with searing micro-oxygen energy, carving the very air around him like a blade.

Destoroyah stands still. Watching. Waiting.

Then, he begin to fly and roar.

"REEEEKREAAAaakk!"