The tremor beneath Valkyria wasn't an isolated shudder, but the first ripple of a spreading sickness – the awakening hunger of the Bane's ancient Shadow. As the Wanderer descended the Spire of Vigil, the city's mournful silence thickened with a predatory watchfulness. The cold, ethereal light from the Containment Keystone and the weeping lichen seemed weaker, strained, as if struggling against a deepening gloom that wasn't merely the absence of light, but an active, insidious presence leaching its vitality. The air grew colder, tasting metallic and coppery, now laced with a new scent – ozone mixed with dank, ancient tomb earth and the chilling, oily residue of the Void that birthed the Argon legions.

Written by: Valky Fischer • Narrated by: VREXIRA • Music by: Våldsam Zane