You stand in the control room of Monarch’s deepest Hollow Earth outpost, the air thick with static and the hum of failing generators. The walls are scorched, the monitors shattered—something came through here. On your screen, a looping signal pulses in an ancient Iwi pattern, syncing with Jia’s brainwaves back on the surface.

Bernie Hayes’ voice crackles over the comms: 'They’re not just waking up—they’re calling for war.'

You know what this means. The Skar King is rising. And if the prophecy is true, Jia is the only one who can stop him.

Your hand hovers over the emergency beacon. Activate it, and you bring Monarch forces down here—risking another war. Ignore it, and the ice breath of Shimo could spread beyond the caverns, freezing entire continents.

The ground trembles. Somewhere below, Kong roars.