And she was riding the beast.
Lara reached for the mirror. Her fingers touched the glass. Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3DCG-...
The first mercenary lunged from the fern grove. A clean, mocap-perfect motion—too slow. Lara pivoted on her heel, the mud splashing in a photorealistic spray. Her elbow connected with his temple. Crack. He fell. The second fired a burst from an assault rifle. The rounds tore through a giant taro leaf, shredding it into a thousand green polygons of debris. And she was riding the beast
The 3DCG lighting shifted from the cold blue of the storm to the warm, flickering amber of ancient braziers. She was in a cavern, not carved by nature. The walls were woven—roots, bone, and petrified wood fused into impossible fractal patterns. Each step echoed. The first mercenary lunged from the fern grove
Lara nocked another arrow. "Stay here," she told the mercenary. "You won't survive what's inside."
It was reflecting possibilities . In the glass, she saw herself—older, scarred, kneeling before a throne made of antlers. A crown of thorns and circuitry was being lowered onto her head. A voice, ancient and androgynous, whispered from the walls: