The sky splits open with fire. A meteor crashes into the sea, obliterating the island where you grew up. You wake up on a barren shore, the lemurs—your family—huddled around you. Yar coughs, Zini trembles, Suri clings to Plio. There’s no time to mourn. The desert ahead is a wasteland, but beyond it lies the Nesting Grounds—the last hope.

You join a massive herd of refugees, led by Kron, a hardened Iguanodon who sees weakness as death. He orders the old and slow to the back. You protect them. When the herd finds a dried lake, Kron abandons the thirsty. But you dig. You find water. The herd drinks. Neera watches you differently now.

Then the Carnotaurus come.

They kill without warning. Bruton returns, bleeding, warning of two predators on the hunt. Kron makes his choice: leave the weak behind. You, the lemurs, Baylene, Eema, Url, and Bruton are cast out.

In a storm-lashed cave, the Carnotaurus attack. Bruton dies holding the entrance, collapsing the tunnel. One predator is dead. The other still hunts.

You’re trapped. No way forward. Baylene nudges you: 'Don’t give up, Aladar. We’ve come too far.'

You smash through the wall—and there it is. The Nesting Grounds. Lush. Safe. Alive.

But the entrance behind you crumbles. The herd is still outside, trying to climb the rubble. Kron leads them, blind to the drop beyond.

You have to warn them.

You run back. Kron sees you. Sees hope. Sees a threat.

He roars, charging. 'This is my herd!'