Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3dcg-... Info

She was listening.

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. Lara Croft- Island Of The Sacred Beasts - 3DCG-...

It was reflecting possibilities . In the glass, she saw herself—older, scarred, kneeling before a throne made of antlers. A crown of thorns and circuitry was being lowered onto her head. A voice, ancient and androgynous, whispered from the walls: She was listening

"The beasts choose a guardian. Not to hunt. To become." Not a tiger

The first mercenary lunged from the fern grove. A clean, mocap-perfect motion—too slow. Lara pivoted on her heel, the mud splashing in a photorealistic spray. Her elbow connected with his temple. Crack. He fell. The second fired a burst from an assault rifle. The rounds tore through a giant taro leaf, shredding it into a thousand green polygons of debris.