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Ash storms sweep across the plains.
Gray clouds roll endlessly across Hell's forgotten wilderness.
Visibility drops to almost nothing.
The wind howls.
The earth disappears beneath layers of volcanic dust.
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The camera races through the storm.
Past dead forests.
Past shattered rock formations.
Past rivers buried beneath drifting ash.
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Then—
THUD.
A massive footprint slams into the ground.
Ash erupts outward.
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THUD.
Another.
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THUD.
Another.
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A silhouette emerges from the storm.
Towering.
Ancient.
Relentless.
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Tyrannosaurus Omega.
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Scars cover its hide.
Fresh wounds mark its neck from the battle with Sobek.
One eye bears a jagged scratch.
Its scales are stained with dried blood.
Yet the predator marches onward.
Unstoppable.
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Its nostrils flare.
Sampling the air.
Searching.
Tracking.
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The scent remains.
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Three individuals.
One trail.
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Prey.
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The giant lowers its head.
Then accelerates.
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The ash storm explodes around it.
Trees vanish beneath its charge.
Rock formations crack apart.
The wilderness trembles.
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The hunt continues.
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Three figures sprint through the wasteland.
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Barb.
Chad.
Zach.
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Boots slam through ankle-deep ash.
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