The storm on Eden-227 didn't just bite; it consumed. Elias, a veteran Agent, adjusted his respirator as the wind howled through the skeletal remains of the Outpost. In this desolate wasteland where the sun had long since died, survival was a game of inches and information.
shimmered in the distance, marking the locations of heavy crates and loot containers.
Elias didn't need to see them with his own eyes; the red glow traced their every movement through the concrete walls. He checked his perk ability —the meter was full. With the ESP revealing their exact positions, he knew exactly where to strike.