That night, Tarzan climbed to the highest ledge. The moon broke through clouds. He filled his lungs and let out a call—not a scream, but a summoning. The jungle answered. Vines twisted toward him. The earth trembled. And for the first time, he felt something beyond survival.

“It’s a failsafe,” she whispered, wiping moss from the screen. “Someone wanted to unlock something inside you. Something dormant.”

Jane Porter discovered it while cataloguing anomalous radio signals. The signal wasn’t military. It wasn’t scientific. It was biological—keyed to the DNA of one man: John Clayton III, Lord Greystoke, known to the jungle as Tarzan.