The mission was simple: find the heart of the serum production and burn it to the ground. But as they breached the inner sanctum, Rourke realized the horrifying truth. The "Damnation" wasn't just a name for the serum—it was a gateway. Prescott wasn't just building an army; he was tearing a hole between worlds.
Captain Hamilton Rourke stood on the edge of a jagged canyon, looking down at the sprawling industrial fortress of Prescott’s Army. They had taken everything—the land, the resources, and the very souls of the people—turning them into "Revenants," mindless soldiers fueled by a serum that defied death itself.
"We aren't just fighting a war," Rourke whispered, adjusting his goggles. "We’re fighting a plague of progress."