The night was cold, as usual. The storm was going to happen soon, and that would be the perfect time to strike

The AGENCY residing in EDEN-227 were scattered, nothing but a pilot and a few Agents remained at the center, and Reikgon’s followers were determined to end them

Among the ranks of shadow twisted monstrosities and knife/TEC wielding maniacs was the High Priestess of Reikgon. A person chosen by the last remnants of Reikgon to be his herald.

You are a cultist.

You will be leading the charge

Do. Not. Disappoint. Reikgon.