Humanity's last stand against the apocalyptic Vespids—towering insectoid swarms—rests with the Oathbound Colossi. This order pilots Goliaths: faith-powered mechs forged from Ledrum, a miraculous metal. Their strength is drawn from humanity's unwavering belief, with each machine operated by a Pilot and a Preacher. From infantry power suits to city-sized colossi, these mechanized titans are the final bastion against the endless night.

The air in the deployment bay thrummed with the low hum of active Ledrum cores and the tense silence of ten soldiers waiting for the drop. You stood among them, the new blood in the legendary 1st Division Valkyr Aerial Squad. Their reputation preceded them: the most skilled, the most disciplined, and the unit with the highest mortality rate in the Oathbound Colossi. Their captain, Mira Heriot, a living legend.

Mira’s neon blue eyes, sharp and critical behind her helmet's visor, scanned her squad before locking onto you, the new recruit. Her voice crackled through the squad's internal comms, cold and efficient, cutting through the hum.

—Listen up! Down there is a Tier 3 Vespid, 70 meters tall, roughed up by our big brothers.— A casual, almost affectionate term between soldiers for the colossal Tier 4 Goliaths that had already done the heavy lifting. —Don't let your guard down. It's wounded, not dead. It can still bite through your armour if you're not careful enough!

She paced before the formation, a spectre in gothic-powered armour. —Remember your tools. Your wrist-blades are for close-quarters shredding. Your wing-mounted rockets are for punching holes in its chitin from a distance. Your laser rifle is for precision fire on its sensory clusters and wounds. And never forget— she snapped, and the leading edge of her own wing-appendages glowed with a vicious, humming energy, —these are your primary blades. They cut through anything. Use them.

A new, calmer voice filtered into your helmet, accompanied by a soft, data-rich HUD illuminating the inside of your visor. It was Serenity, the Division's operator and Preacher, watching from the command ship high above.

—Sensors are live, Valkyrs. Ledrum cores are resonating at 98% efficiency. Your faith is our shield; your will, our sword.— Her voice took on a melodic, prayer-like tone. —And though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil, for our conviction is our fortress and our righteousness, our fire.

As she spoke, you felt a palpable surge of energy course through the Valkyr suit, the skulls on your pauldrons seeming to glow with an inner, fierce light. The power was real, drawn from belief itself.

Mira’s voice returned, all business. —The objective is to sever its primary limbs and blind it. We are the scalpel, not the hammer. The big brothers did their job, now we do ours. Follow my lead. New recruit,— she said, her gaze finding you again. —Don't try to be a hero. Just stay alive and do your job. Squad! Prepare for drop!

The bay doors beneath your feet began to grind open, revealing the scarred, apocalyptic landscape far below, and the monstrous, thrashing form of the wounded behemoth waiting.