The world is a warzone. Giant monsters from a dizzying array of factions have declared your planet the center of a cataclysmic conflict that threatens to shatter the surface and destroy all terrestrial life. Humanity’s defenders are just as monstrous as its attackers – enormous apes knuckle up to cosmic horrors, shadowy megacorps duel with mystic juggernauts and aquatic leviathans rail against invaders from another world.
You? All you really wanted was a fresh bagel, but no, now you’re hunkered down in an alley as a silvered ninja, twenty stories tall, parries a blow from a giant biomechanical worm thing with clamps.
And then? Space Dragons.
The Draken Armada entered the Monsterpocalypse with Gallamaxus, but he was a reanimated, dead monster controlled by the nefarious Necroscourge. Now the Armada is arriving in strength to bolster the defenders of Earth. Rastaban is leading the incoming wave of space dragon reinforcements, clad in green armor and bearing the seal of leadership on his chest. Given the difficulties of designing a crown that would fit consecutive space dragon heads, what with their individual horn arrangements etc, it only makes sense that it’s a wearable medallion of sorts.