The wind howls like a banshee as you struggle to keep your footing. The once-peaceful field is now a muddy swamp, battered by torrential rain. Before you, Kracko’s eye narrows, focusing its cyclopean gaze directly upon you.

“Zzzzip…Zap…Zzzzip!"

A blinding flash of lightning illuminates Kracko’s form, revealing the raw power that lies within, it was telepathically telling you “Dance to my deadly music, or fry like a moth! HA HA!!“