Ancient tremors tore the earth and divided the complete primitive world into three floating giant rocks-pale green cliff, frost rift and crystal sand islands. There is no metal and magic here, only the most primitive rocks and the wildest beasts. When the first flint sparks, when the first animal roar resounds through the canyon, your legend of rock shortage officially begins.

[Core gameplay: taming animals and fetters]

This primitive land is home to more than 500 kinds of prehistoric behemoths, from agile blade-claw beasts to mountain-like broken monster hunter, each with a unique "imprint". Observe their habits, arrange rock traps, and complete the blood contract at the totem altar under the moon-taming animals is not conquest, but the mutual choice of two lives.

Attack power, defense power and agility constitute the unique "three measures" gene of each behemoth. Even brothers of the same family, the growth trajectory is very different. Your broken monster hunter may become an "iron wall tyrant" with an iron wall, or it may wake up as a ghostly "shadow predator".

Earth and water, water and fire, fire and wind, wind and earth-the eternal cycle of elements takes effect here. A carefully cultivated winged beast is enough to defeat the land-going behemoth far beyond its own level.

[Combat Play: Blood Fight]

In strategic battle, element restraint, formation collocation and skills are indispensable. The front meat shield supports the impact, assists in releasing control, and outputs a fatal blow in the back row-every victory is a medal of wisdom.

[Social Play: Settlement Symbiosis]

Settlement co-construction
From bonfire tents to rock city-States, build homes with comrades. The nest shortens the incubation time, the furnace strengthens the rock equipment, and the totem pole can revive the dead partner.

[Casual play: easy to develop]

Offline growth
Without staring at the screen, behemoths automatically hunt, accumulate experience and collect rocks and minerals. When you come back, your partner has become stronger.

Pick up the flint and listen to the roar of the beast. In this most primitive and purest world, every hammer gives birth to a legend, and every roar bears witness to the fetters.
Iwate era, waiting for you to fight.