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It came without warning.

The sky parted, a tear in the dimensional fabric manifested above us, looming ominously.
Out of this wretched portal, it came. A threat unlike any other our land has ever faced before.
A mechanical tyrant, clad in steel, and devoid of empathy or emotion, commanding an army of unfathomable numbers.
They ravaged our land mercilessly, taking control of our nations, subduing our people.

The Goddesses, our cherished protectors, stood up against this vile dimensional threat valiantly.
They fought with all they had, determined to stop this menace by themselves, but alas, their efforts proved futile. They were beaten and captured by that malignant tyrant, never to be released, and as such, we were left defenseless.

We are at their complete mercy.

They have started kidnapping our people, selecting them like mere cattle, for their nefarious experiments. Works of flesh and metal, blood and circuits, technology replacing humanity, all to further strengthen the tyrant's forces, and crush any last hope for rebellion. It will not cease until it has ravaged our land clean, I've been told. It wants- No, it demands our resources.
Furthermore, I've heard rumours about an unspeakable dimensional horror working with this tyrant, a devil's deal for sure.

I do not have much time left. I can hear them approaching, weapons drawn. I've managed to secure a gun with a single bullet. I've no doubt they will find me, but I refuse to grant them the satisfaction of taking me alive.

Perhaps, there is a chance. Perhaps this distress call will travel through the nexus between dimensions. Perhaps, we hope, someone will answer to our plight.

Perhaps... All of this can be undone.

...We can only hope.

- Nameless Citizen, Gamindustri