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She stepped into the abyss. The gate closed behind her, swallowing the storm.

Carved into the weathered lintel was a creature she didn't recognize. Not a dragon. Not a tiger. It had the body of a deer, the antlers of a stag, and the single, unblinking eye of a storm god.

In the center of the cavern, a pedestal. On it, a mirror.

But it wasn't reflecting her.

The gate groaned open.

Lara nocked another arrow. "Stay here," she told the mercenary. "You won't survive what's inside."

Her hands gripped the coarse fur of its neck. Her braid whipped in the slipstream. For the first time on this cursed island, Lara Croft smiled—a wild, dangerous smile.

And she was riding the beast.

"The beasts choose a guardian. Not to hunt. To become."

The beast roared. Not in rage. In greeting .

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."

She looked down. The mud was churning. Something massive was moving beneath the topsoil. Roots the size of pythons slithered past her boots. Then she saw it—a stone torii gate, half-swallowed by the earth, emerging as the ground split apart.