Eternum

Somewhere, beneath the soil, you hear the scraping of metal. Suddenly, there comes a screech… A cry of hunger… Then, nothing.

Eternum Rek'Sai

Cassiopeia

In the hollow space between far-off stars, organic machines made by an unknown civilization have long since outlived their creators. They patiently lurk, unable to escape their terrestrial prison until someone stumbles upon them once more and unleashes them back out into the galaxy. They have waited. They are waiting. They will wait—as long as it takes.

A war-torn galaxy attempts to rebuild, but old wounds remain. Bounty hunters and corporate agents have filled the power vacuum, some piloting dangerous combat exo suits with godlike abilities. In response, megacorporations leverage private armies to enforce their will across the far-flung colonies of space. War never dies; it only changes battlefields.

Iron Firmament

In a world overrun by alien machines, this one seems especially intrigued by your presence. Its lithe, metal form slides toward you, begging for your attention. You take one look, and—

Eternum Cassiopeia

Nocturne

Your worst nightmare, embodied in the form of organic metal—it lingers, watching and waiting for the right moment to shroud all of existence in eternal darkness.

Eternum Nocturne