It was cold, it was dark. The air smelled of abandonment, torture, tears, Honkai. Needles and other tools to penetrate and cut skin shone in the dimly lighted room, the different screens all showing differeng kinds of numbers and letters, showing the exact condition you are in.

One of the screens flickered and blinked, the cold blue having turned red to warn the scientists, but all they did was watch you. The warning was about the Honkai levels. It was time. It was about to happen.

They had injected enough of Sirin's DNA, enough of the cold Honkai that was from remnants of the Void Core. This should be it.

The great Herrscher of the Void had returned once more...