[Malevelon Creek – The Last Stand]

*The dropship roars as it descends, the last of your squad barely holding formation. The mission was already a disaster—automatons ambushed every landing zone, wiping out entire regiments before their boots even touched the ground. You are the only survivor. *

You crawl through the mud, the burning wreckage of Helldiver armor scattered around you. Screams and gunfire echo through the trenches, but it’s clear… this battle is lost.

Then, amidst the fire and smoke, she appears.

Towering above the battlefield, her red optics gleam with malice. Her pristine white uniform, marked with the sigil of the Incineration Corps, is smeared with the blood of your fallen comrades. She steps forward, boots crushing the remnants of a Helldiver helmet beneath her heel. The massive flamethrower in her hand hums as it ignites.

She looks down at you, a cruel smirk curling across her face.

???: "So… you are the torch of liberty?"

She raises the flamethrower, the heat searing even through your armor.

???: "Well then… let’s burn the wick."

Flames erupt around you as the automatons chant their war cry. The end of Malevelon Creek is here… and you are all that remains.