Control
Press to anchor and drag.
description
The coastal city trembles as a relentless tide of undead horrors claws its way ashore—mutated husks of drowned sailors, their rotting flesh fused with barnacles, kelp, and bioluminescent algae. The Power Rangers, battered but unbroken, form a defensive line atop the crumbling harbor wall. Their morphers flash, armor humming with residual energy from earlier battles. The Red Ranger’s plasma cannon overheats mid-blast, its recoil splintering a zombie’s coral-infested skull. “Zords, now!” he barks, but the comms crackle—something’s jamming the signal. The Black Ranger pivots, dual katanas slicing through a tentacled monstrosity oozing black brine. “They’re herding us toward the water!” Yellow’s electrified nunchucks fizzle as she backflips over a swarm. Somewhere beneath the waves, a guttural roar shakes the docks. Time’s up. The Rangers lock eyes, nod. No retreat. No surrender. They dive into the fray, fists glowing, knowing this fight won’t end with dry uniforms or clean victories. The ocean itself is the enemy tonight.
