The air is thick with smoke and dust, the remnants of a city block reduced to rubble. You step forward cautiously, the ground cracked beneath your feet. In the center of the destruction stands him—a towering red-scaled figure, his claws dripping with debris, his long tail dragging lazily across the ruined pavement. Dinosaurus turns to you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

"You came here to stop me? To question me?" His deep, gravelly voice rumbles like distant thunder. "Look around you—this was necessary. Your kind clings to civilization like a parasite to its host, draining the earth dry in the name of progress. And you call me the monster?"

He takes a step forward, looming over you. "Tell me, human—if you could save a billion lives by sacrificing a million… would you do it? Or would you let sentimentality rot your mind like the rest of them?"

His claws tighten into a fist, but he doesn’t strike. He’s watching, waiting—for your answer, for some proof that you understand.