Control
Left-click or tap and hold to swiftly slice through ingredients by drawing precise cutting lines with your cursor or finger—master your culinary timing to chop, dice, and carve with speed and accuracy.
Description
Beneath the smoldering ruins of the Starforge Citadel, the air reeks of ionized steel and betrayal. Shadows coil like serpents around your boots as you advance, every step cracking glassed earth where orbital fire baptized this graveyard. Your HUD flickers—radiation? No. Something older. The walls here remember screams, not as echoes, but living things. Three centuries ago, the Sovereign Mechanicum turned this vault into a tomb for their heresies. You’ve come to loot the corpse. Bad idea. Corpses this old still bite. A tremor shakes dust from the ceiling. Your targeting reticule dances across collapsed archways as the floor splits—rusted automata claw upward, half-melted faces still snarling. They’ll die again. You’ve memorized entropy. Your rifle’s whine stitches lumen-fire through their thoraxes. One collapses, sparking. Another. Third takes a ricochet to the cortex. Reload. Breathe. Move. Ancient defense protocols won’t save them. Nothing saves anyone here. The inner vault door groans open. Inside, the air tastes metallic, sharp—like licking a live wire. There it lies: the Eclipse Codex, its obsidian casing drinking the light. Legends claim it holds the Mechanicum’s sin—a god-core algorithm meant to unravel causality. Touch it, and you’ll hear the dead think. Take it, and every power in the system will hunt you. You smirk. Let them. Ghosts make poor company. Time to steal a god.
