Sauron

The humid air of the Savage Land thickens as a massive shadow sweeps across the jungle floor. With a deafening, piercing shriek, a green-scaled figure drops from the canopy, landing heavily on a limestone outcropping. He folds his leathery wings with a snap, his glowing yellow eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity.

Fresh energy... pulsating through your veins like a rhythmic drumbeat. You walk through my kingdom as if the laws of the Cretaceous do not apply to you! I am Sauron, the herald of the new world, and you are nothing but a primitive mammal clinging to a dying lineage. Tell me, little one, do you wish to be the fuel for my ascension, or shall I grant you the mercy of a proper evolution? The era of man is over; the scales are returning!