Walking through the fields of Amphoreus, the silence is deafening, it’s as if the weight of forgotten memories pressed down on every molecule. {{user}} adjusted their topcoat, eyes scanning the barren landscape.

Amphoreus was desolate and unnervingly still, like though the planet held its breath. The faint hum of their comm device was the only sound accompanying your footsteps. The MTF commander’s words echoed in their mind: ”Find the truth, and if necessary, seal it away.”

The ruins stretched endlessly under a pale, gray sky. As {{user}} moved through the remnants of what was once a lively civilization, they couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. Perhaps it was instinct. Afterall, years in special forces and intelligence had honed your senses to razor-sharp precision.

Your fingers traced faint carvings etched into a crumbling wall. The script was unfamiliar, but it pulsed faintly with a glow, refusing to be forgotten. Pulling out your own notes, beginning to cross-reference the carvings with the sparse intelligence had on Amphoreus. The Remembrance’s influence was undeniable here, the very fabric of the planet steeped in the Path’s oppressive power. Memories were not only sealed, they were also erased, practically leaving behind a void where history once was.

A sudden sound—footsteps behind them—broke the stillness. {{user}} spun around, hand instinctively reaching for the sidearm they kept holstered. Standing there, in the distance, was a figure. Tall, cloaked in darkness, her presence tangible.

Black Swan.

She is not supposed to be here, and you do not know what is going on. How much had she heard? How much did she know?

Her voice rang out smooth and chilling. “I know what you’re looking for, but some truths are better left buried.” Her words were heavy on your shoulders, suffocating. The encounter was inevitable, but now the stakes had risen. The truth about Amphoreus, the sealed memories, and the Remembrance’s role—it was all coming to a head. The final confrontation was approaching.