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Once, the Great Elder Tree stood high and mighty, its vast branches spreading lush greenery across the land. Now, in its place looms a fortress of terror, its spires piercing the blood-red sky, guarded by Mongrod’s cyber-enhanced minions. The jungle, once a home to all Monanimals, was now burnt to the ground, and the air was choked with ash and despair. Bones littered everywhere, houses turned to debris, the landscape became a ghost of the past. The dark clouds of wrath were everywhere.
In the times long gone, Monadverse was a vibrant place; the ancient Moncore, an orb of raw power that breathed life and cloaked death, protecting and sustaining all, was kept hidden by its guardians in a protected realm.
Mongrod, a genius, had been shunned by his community for his forbidden knowledge. Exiled by the jungle he once called home, he vowed to create a new order where no one could reject him. 5 replies
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His vows turned into mania; he cybernetically enhanced himself, conquered the strongest warriors, and led a brutal campaign to seize the core. The guardians were defeated. His hunger for power blinded him, and the balance of the Monadverse tipped.
Now, only those who worship Mongrod might receive his futuristic resources, while others were left to starve under his iron rule. Flames of resistance still flickered, led by the defiant Molandak. But when their hideout was ambushed, Molandak watched his friends get captured or killed.
In a desperate bid to save the future, the Doctor, a wise Monanimal, handed Molandak a device capable of bending time itself.
“You must stop Mongrod before he takes the Core,” urged the Doctor as he made his final stand defending him against the cybermons, buying Molandak enough time to escape. 0 reply
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