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.
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. Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3DCG-...
She was no longer in the cavern. She was standing on the back of a creature the size of an aircraft carrier—the Great Stag, its single eye a swirling galaxy of blue fire. The island raced below her, a blur of jungle and ruin. The mercenaries on the beach looked like ants. Carved into the weathered lintel was a creature
The arrow flew in a slow-motion arc, rain beading on its carbon shaft, and punched through the rifle's receiver. The weapon sparked and died. The mercenary stared at his ruined gun, then at her. It had the body of a deer, the