Long long before the tyranny of humans began , there existed creatures who would be seen as the most terrible wonders that would be humanity's worst fears. After the annihilation of the dinosaurs the birth of new monstress entities took place.
The sky was not blue; it was the color of a fresh bruise. For centuries after the Great Impact, the sun was a myth, a pale ghost smothered by a shroud of iridium and soot. Below the choking clouds, the world of the giants had ended in fire and silence. The kings of old—the thunder-footed lizards and the razor-toothed monarchs—were now nothing more than marrow-less bones baking in the cooling crust.
But life is a persistent parasite.
In the thermal vents of the deep oceans and the sulfurous gashes of the shifting continents, the vacuum of power began to pull. The radiation that had peeled the skin from the dinosaurs now acted as a chaotic kiln, warping the survivors. From the burrowing things, the sightless things, and the things that thrived on rot, something new ascended.
They were not animals; they were nightmares rendered in flesh and chitin. In the valley of the Neo-Congo, the first of the Gorgon-Walkers rose from the black sludge. It stood forty feet tall on legs that resembled calcified driftwood, its head a cluster of sensory pits that could hear a heartbeat from three miles away. It did not hunt for hunger; it hunted to feed the pulsating, bioluminescent sac in its chest that powered its impossible metabolism.
The age of reptiles was over. The age of the Abyssal Wonders had begun. Before the first primate ever looked at a stone and thought to sharpen it, the Earth belonged to the titans of the Cinder Epoch.
The silence of the wasteland was broken by a low-frequency thrum, a sound that vibrated through the very bedrock. It was the call of the firstborn, a territorial claim that rippled across the ash-choked horizon. As the Gorgon-Walker exhaled, a plume of caustic vapor escaped its vents, melting the frozen soot into a dark, acidic slush. This was not a world recovering from death; it was a world being reshaped by it. Deep beneath the crust, dormant things stirred, sensing the shift in the planetary pulse, their ancient hunger finally awakening to a landscape devoid of rivals.