By the time the sun set on Oros, the Wenja didn't just survive; they ruled. Takkar sat on his throne of mammoth bone, his "trainer" silent but ever-present, ready to rewrite history again if the spirits—or the player—demanded it.
He pressed the button.
Takkar returned to the cave. The golden glow pulsed rhythmically, mocking him. He stood before the obsidian pedestal. He had the power to turn the entire world into a paradise of ease. He could freeze the timer of the day, he could fly, he could walk through walls. far cry primal trainer