Project N.E.X.U.S.: M.A.N.T.L.E.
The rail yard stretched for what felt like miles, a dead web of steel and rot cut off from the rest of the city by rusted fencing and time. Tracks vanished beneath mats of weeds. Freight cars sat tilted on their axles like beached carcasses, their...
Peacekeeper Irvathan
If the village was to be rolled over by industrious horrors of the large city, their beliefs would need to be abandoned to not become exiles.