Above the clouds, the Heart of Steel hovered. A distant Viper transport plane cut its plasma plume and landed steadily on the iron-plated deck.0

Four gray-robed men were escorted out of the cabin by four players clad in exoskeletons.0

One had taken a bullet to the left leg, bound crudely with a bandage, hobbling with each step. The other three bore no gunshot wounds, but their dirt-streaked faces showed they had suffered plenty.3

Here, none would pity them.0

They were Apostles of the Torch Church.0

Or rather, war criminals.0

In only a few hours, at least 10,000 survivors had directly or indirectly perished to the interference of the Spirit Interference Device’s Frequency Band 03.0

Countless others had...0