The last dinosaur planted his feet firmly in the cracked earth, his powerful tail lashing once before stilling. His chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath, the dry air scraping his throat. Then, with a force that shook the very ground beneath him, he unleashed a deafening roar—a sound that hadn't echoed across these lands in centuries. It was a challenge, a declaration of existence in the face of oblivion.

The sound rolled across the wasteland like thunder, sending small pebbles skittering down distant slopes. For a moment, there was only silence in its wake. Then—answer. The distant rumble grew louder, closer, until the ground itself trembled. Dust rose in plumes as something massive moved in the hazy distance. The dinosaur's claws dug into the earth, his muscles coiling. His yellow eyes burned with primal intensity as a shape began to emerge from the swirling dust—something huge, something ancient.

It was another dinosaur. Not of his kind, but unmistakably one of the old world. Its scales were a cracked gray, its body bearing the scars of countless battles with time itself. Their eyes locked, two titans standing amidst the ruins of their world. The newcomer let out a low, rumbling grow—not hostile, but wary. The last dinosaur hesitated, his roar still hanging in the air between them like a question. What now?