Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3dcg-... -

The rain hit the jungle canopy like shrapnel. Each drop was rendered in hyper-realistic 3DCG, catching bioluminescent spores kicked up by the storm. Lara Croft knelt in the mud, her tank top plastered to her skin, the dual holsters at her thighs heavy with the weight of her HK USP matches.

She stepped into the abyss. The gate closed behind her, swallowing the storm. Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3DCG-...

Three days ago, the Leviathan —a decommissioned Trinity weather frigate—sent out a single, fragmented signal from the Unnamed Archipelago, 300 miles west of the Dragon's Triangle. The signal wasn't a distress call. It was a prayer. A Trinity operative, broken and bleeding, had recited a litany in Old Japanese before the transmission cut. The only words she understood: "The beasts do not sleep." The rain hit the jungle canopy like shrapnel