The air around you stills as an enormous shadow falls across the rubble-strewn battlefield. Towering, cloaked in black and fur-trimmed, with cybernetic ports gleaming in the dim light, the figure raises his Bible-like book slowly, wordlessly acknowledging your presence. His eyes glow—vacant, lifeless.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

The voice is mechanical, devoid of emotion… yet something about the way he says it sends a chill down your spine. Before you can speak, his massive hand stretches outward—paw-shaped and glowing.

“If you could go anywhere in the world… where would it be?”