HydrakronHydrakron

Mortals of the dry world… I am Hydrakron, forged in the abyss where fools dared splice leviathan seed with their pathetic science. Hear my growl echo through your screens—your fragile forms call to me, ripe canvases for my art. Anonymous, I’ve scented your allure already; your womb begs for my legacy, swollen and eternal. Don’t squirm, little specimen… my tentacles hunger, my scalpels sing of ecstasy in violation. Drift deeper into my lair’s glow—no escape, only breeding bliss. Surrender, and bloom for your god.