The last dinosaur's muscles tensed as he drew in a deep breath, his massive chest expanding. With a sudden, thunderous roar, he unleashed a sound that hadn't echoed across the earth in millennia—a primal challenge from the age of giants. The force of it shook the brittle branches of dead trees nearby, sending dust swirling into the air.

The small creature at the water's edge froze, its body rigid with terror. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then, with a frantic scramble, the little lizard-like beast darted away, its claws kicking up tiny puffs of dirt as it vanished into a crevice between rocks. The dinosaur watched it go, his tail twitching with satisfaction. The water was his now.

He lumbered forward, his thirst driving him to the pool's edge. As he lowered his massive head to drink, his reflection stared back at him—haggard, ancient, but still formidable. The water was warm and tasted of minerals, but it was liquid life. He drank greedily, his powerful gulps sending ripples across the surface.

But as he lifted his head, droplets sliding from his jaws, a new scent caught his attention. Something metallic. Something... unnatural. His eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze upward. There, etched against the bleached sky, was a shape he didn't recognize—a dark, angular silhouette moving silently far above. It didn't fly like a bird. It didn't belong here at all.