Island of Prehistoric Times

Little Thorn, a young Spinosaurus that had just hatched out of its shell, was stumbled into this prehistoric island surrounded by wilderness. There is no gentle protection here, only the roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex shakes the valley. The sharp claws of the Velociraptor hide murderous intent, and even small predators in the forest can easily tear it apart. The weak back has not yet grown sharp thorns, and the immature fangs cannot bite the tough animal hide. The little thorn survives step by step on the ebb and flow of the island coast. It learns to avoid natural enemies in the mangroves, catch swimming fish in the shallows, and huddle up in heavy rain. When the abandonment of his own kind and the cruelty of nature followed, this tiny Spinosaurus cub could only turn its fear into sharp claws and let its obsession for survival be engraved into its bones and blood. From the shoals of the isolated island to the inland jungle, from the trembling cubs to the king of Spinosaurus with his back holding the sky, Little Thorn will eventually use his thorns to cut through the prehistoric haze, and on this island where giant beasts are rampant, he will embark on his own path to kingship.