Far beneath the rugged, frozen peaks of the Andes mountains, where no ordinary soul dared to tread, a terrible stirring had begun. It was an ancient power, one that had been lying dormant for centuries, waiting for the right moment to awaken. The very earth trembled beneath the weight of its movements, as if the land itself was afraid of what was coming.
The world's first Apocalypse was awakening.
The creature, a towering beast known as Ygros, was a living nightmare. It had been sealed deep underground by a long-forgotten group of ancient heroes, whose names had been erased by time. They had fought to contain the beast, knowing that one day, it would stir again, bringing with it the destruction of everything it touched. Legends spoke of Ygros as the first of the Ten Apocalypses, monsters so powerful and incomprehensible that they were said to be the harbingers of the end of days. Its appearance alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of any who dared to see it.
At over thirty feet tall, the creature's body was a grotesque fusion of twisted flesh, stone-like plating, and shadows. Its head was enormous, adorned with jagged, dark horns that stretched toward the sky like claws reaching for the stars. Its eyes, though small compared to the enormity of its frame, burned with a fiery red hue, glowing like embers in a dying hearth.
Ygros' body was a mess of scales, some cracked and broken, others slick and shimmering with a black, oily sheen. From its spine, thick, razor-sharp spines protruded in random intervals, resembling the thorns of a monstrous plant, and its legs—massive pillars of muscle and bone—left deep craters in the earth with every step.
But it was the creature's power that was truly terrifying.
Wherever it went, the air around it seemed to distort, warping and crackling with an unnatural energy. It was as if the very fabric of reality bent and trembled in its presence. The ground beneath it cracked open in violent, jagged fissures, and every step caused shockwaves to ripple outward, breaking trees and throwing boulders into the air.
Ygros was no mere beast. It was a master of destruction, a creature capable of bending the natural world to its will. The earthquake-like tremors were only the beginning. The creature was able to summon and control tempests, calling forth violent storms of wind and rain. Its voice, if it could even be called that, was an eerie, low growl that resonated deep within the bones of anyone who heard it, as though the sound was not just coming from the creature itself, but from the very depths of the earth.
Every time Ygros stomped its massive feet, lightning crackled down from the sky, summoned by the monstrous creature's presence. Electricity arced through the air like living tendrils, tearing through trees and rocks, leaving destruction in its wake. And when it roared—a sound so loud it seemed to shake the heavens—the sky darkened, the wind howled, and the mountains themselves trembled.
It had no true form of communication, but its malice was evident. Its sole purpose was to cause chaos and destruction. It cared nothing for the land, the people, or anything else in its path. All that mattered was that it was free.
The first signs of its awakening had been noticed by those who were familiar with the ancient prophecies. The rumbles beneath the earth had started weeks ago, faint tremors that could have been dismissed as nothing more than aftershocks from distant earthquakes. But as the days passed, the signs grew stronger, and it became clear that something far more dangerous was stirring beneath the surface.
Scientists and archaeologists who had been studying the Andes had been the first to realize the magnitude of what was happening. They had uncovered ancient ruins in the area, and some of the murals depicted the creature—Ygros—locked in battle with warriors long dead. They had been unable to decipher the full meaning of the texts, but the images were unmistakable. And now, the tremors had turned into full-blown earthquakes.
Military teams were dispatched to the region, hoping to prevent the worst from happening. They had no idea what they were up against. All they knew was that something far more dangerous than any known monster had been unleashed.
Ygros began to make its way toward civilization, its footsteps leaving a trail of destruction as it moved. The first town to fall was Chillán, a small, isolated settlement nestled in the foothills of the Andes. The inhabitants barely had time to react before the ground beneath their feet split open, and Ygros emerged from the earth with a fury unlike anything they had ever seen.
As the creature walked through the town, the buildings around it crumbled into dust, and trees were uprooted as if they were nothing more than twigs. The people who tried to escape were swallowed by the earth itself, sucked into the fissures that spread across the ground like veins of blood.
A few survivors managed to escape and broadcasted their accounts of what they had witnessed, but it was too late. The news spread quickly, and panic erupted across the world. Governments scrambled to send heroes to the site, but none of them were prepared for what they were about to face. Ygros was too powerful—far beyond anything they had ever seen. And no one knew how to stop it.
Back at New York City, the government began to take drastic measures, working with pro heroes to devise a plan to contain or eliminate the threat. But Evelyn Cross, the president, knew the truth. Ygros was just the beginning. The first of ten apocalypses, each stronger and more destructive than the last. The world was facing an existential crisis, and there was only one thing they could do—prepare for the coming storm.
Meanwhile, as the beast continued its rampage, far from the chaos and carnage, a figure stood alone, watching it all from a distance. Kai Skyline, formerly known as Akio, had already heard whispers of the monster. He had felt its presence—the dark power that radiated from the creature and the horrifying sense of inevitability that followed it.
But there was no time to think about that now. He had to be ready.