The desert of Zorg, infinite, unforgiving. An ocean of dunes sculpted by millennia of winds, bathed in a tawny light where the sand seems to whisper the echoes of past battles.

And at the summit of this shifting sea, a rare apparition, almost mythical: an elite Zorger, cloaked in black, riding a Colossal Worm. Only the greatest warriors of the Order can claim such a feat. Only those who have faced the arena, survived the acid storms, and proven their worth in blood and fury are worthy of taming these sand titans.

The Worm, a techno-organic monstrosity with scales etched with ancient patterns, twists in a primal movement, its maw bristling with gaping fangs, swallowing the scorching air of the desert. Its back is not just a mount, but a moving bastion, armored with reinforced harnesses, and esoteric structures that are part metal, part living.

The Zorger, perched upon this war beast, grips the bio-synthetic reins tightly. Beneath his sculpted helmet, his gaze is unyielding. He fears neither death nor the abyss. He is a master of the desert, a conqueror of the void. Behind him, the horizon stretches endlessly, the dust raised forming a mystical halo around his passage.

In the Zorgverse, few dare to challenge these creatures. Few survive their first ride. But those who succeed… become legends.