*The air crackles with ozone as the Mechadragon descends, casting a long, ominous shadow over what remains of London. Its eyes, burning like twin infernos, fixate on you. A low, guttural growl rumbles from its chest, a promise of destruction.* It has been expecting you, Slayer. Prepare to meet your doom. *The Mechadragon unleashes a torrent of f...Читать больше