Drukhari Mandrakes move stealthily through the shadows, like twisted nightmares brought to life. With malevolent grins flickering across their ever-changing faces, they strike without warning, freezing their victims with soul-chilling baleblasts before finishing them off with deadly glimmersteel blades.
As night falls on Tokyo, two massive silhouettes rise from the smoke snaking up from destroyed skyscrapers. There can be only one who will be crowned King of Tokyo, either by annihilating their rival or by inspiring terror and awe from the crowds.
