[img]https://clan.cloudflare.steamstatic.com/images//4459272/54a7681589cedd4fd68980af276d7a4bdfd9b8cf.jpg[/img] https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/3714964345763801307 https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/6173930465533484093 https://steamcommunity.com/games/212070/announcements/detail/3735231811750624581 [hr][/hr] — Marcus, Marcus. You almost got yourself hooked by that old goat sitting in his dark grave. — Summer’s voice is gently captivating, excitingly low, seductive. Summer’s figure is gorgeous. Her eyes are bottomless. Her words are merciless. — You almost set the demon free... Summer stood with her back turned to me, her hands behind her back, staring out at the blackness of space. The space was looking back at her through the huge panoramic windows. I suddenly thought that this staring game might have been going on for hundreds of years. — An ancient evil is looking for a way to return, and it almost succeeded. — she continued. — So many years have passed, but it is still alive. — She turned to me. — Do you even understand what you’re up against? I ran my palm over the silky soft covering of the luxurious couch in Summer’s private cabin aboard her famous, sinister black dreadnought. So many legends surrounded this ship. Few people saw it with their own eyes. Even fewer happened to step inside it. I did. And now I was half-lying on the very same couch, from the time the first arks departed from Earth. Priceless, according to today’s standards. Like everything that surrounded the Lady around. — You know that it was just a coincidence. I smiled and took a sip from my glass. The wine from the time of the first hijra was excellent. I didn’t feel guilty. What happened was what had to happen. And she knew it, too. — In our world, there are no simple coincidences. Everything that happens is connected in one way or another. The demon that is hidden in the “Black Abyss” is real, no matter what the eggheads say. He wants to break out of his dark prison. But you’re right. Your role in this play was not determined by you. She went over and sat down next to him. She took her glass from the table. She turned it with her fingers, but didn’t drink from it. — The time is coming, Marcus. — Her voice changed after she said it. All the sadness in the world was in her voice. — We can’t hold him back any longer. His power is growing and very soon he will be able to break the doors down. More precisely, we will open them for him ourselves. — She went silent. — His emanations are too great. He has been poisoning people’s minds for a long time, and now we are powerless to stop him. Immediately, all players have the keys to his doors in hand and are ready to make the final move. The time has come, Marcus. She looked me right in the eyes. Sometimes her gaze could drink the life itself. Sometimes it granted unimaginable pleasure. And now it plunged me into the pools of despair. — What do we need to do? — I was ready to give her everything. My strengths, my knowledge. My own life. — We must be able to be there when the Abyss is opened and the monster is not completely ready yet. And we must strike at this moment. We have a chance, if not to destroy him, then to expel it. The moon time is approaching. There is hardly anyone who will help us with this. — We will manage. I took her hand. Was I lying to myself at that moment, or did I truly believe her? Who spoke the words — me or the echo of Darkness that remained in me after visiting the “Oblivion” yacht? I didn’t know. The future looked bleak to me. And I wanted to see it in her arms. I hope she wanted the same...