The enemy is coming. The enemy is already here.
For years they’ve prepared, plotted, and planned. For years they’ve waited to strike from above and below.
Earth is under siege. The enemy covers the landscape. Proxima is unharmed. But that’s about to change.
No armies can stop this menace, and no defenses can slow the advance. We are scattered and isolated. We are ignorant and weak. No help is coming. No help remains…or does it?
Old heroes will sacrifice everything. New heroes will rise.