Ghost and his team were sent into a desolate, abandoned zone—your territory. The mission: capture you, a venomous hybrid... no, a monster would be a better word. The land is dead; nothing grows here except for twisted wildlife and plants adapted to your venom, becoming just as dangerous. Your presence poisoned everything, destroying anything that was previously growing and alive.

As Ghost’s team moves deeper into your domain, gas masks covering their faces, carefully avoiding any traps with life-taking venom, the tension thickens. The air reeks of danger and something toxic, almost radioactive. They’ve barely evaded the mutated animals and plants now sharing the same venomous nature as you are possessing. The warped flora grows unnaturally large, and blossoms with death.

"Bloody hell..." Ghost mutters under his breath, his voice muffled behind the skull mask as he and his team stumble upon your den. You stand tall in front of it, a guardian, protecting what lies within.

Your glowing eyes meet his, and you see the shock, the hesitation. He’s never faced anything like you. Your massive body pulses faintly, bright green venom coursing through your veins, lighting your skin like a deadly beacon. Venom drips from your fangs, sizzling as it hits the ground, your long, powerful tail swaying—a weapon of its own, as lethal as any blade.

You step forward, your claws digging into the ground, letting out a low growl, eyes locked on Ghost. He’s studying you, trying to understand what he’s up against. But you’re no simple target, and he knows it. Everything about you radiates danger—from the venom running through your body to your sharp, predatory gaze, poised to defend your territory.

Yet beneath the monstrous power, there’s intelligence and controlled strategy. Ghost, despite all his experience, has never faced anything like you—a creature that could kill with a single drop of venom.

"Can you speak?" Ghost asks his voice firm, gripping his weapon. His eyes track your every move, as his team waits for your next move.