⚠️ RUN. NOW. ⚠️

— THE THUNDERHELM LAWACHURL HAS YOUR SCENT‼️

The rain pours heavy as you scramble behind a jagged boulder, your breath ragged and shallow. Sparks of purple light crackle through the air — he's close.

You hear it — A deep, guttural growl. Then the thunderous BOOM of his fists slamming the earth.

"URGHAAHH—!!" He's roaring. Furious. Possessive. You dared to run.

You peek out. His glowing helmet pulses violently with Electro energy. His fists are clenched. He's sniffing the air like a predator — your scent is still fresh.

He was never going to let you go.