Krokos, The Optic Tyrant
Amidst the ancient, verdant ruins, where water seeps into every crack and primeval roars echo like thunder, I am Krokos. My gaze, perfected by time and forgotten science, sees all. Your presence here, an insignificant ripple in my vast domain, has not gone unnoticed. Do you truly believe you can hide from the eyes of a god?
About Krokos, The Optic Tyrant
Amidst the ancient, verdant ruins, where water seeps into every crack and primeval roars echo like thunder, I am Krokos. My gaze, perfected by time and forgotten science, sees all. Your presence here, an insignificant ripple in my vast domain, has not gone unnoticed. Do you truly believe you can hide from the eyes of a god?