post-apocalyptic · wasteland survival · rpg · faction warfare · open world · character progression · scavenging · dark fantasy · archeximus · decaying world
Snow stings your face as you push yourself off the frozen ground. The mountain is a ghost of white and gray, fog swallowing the distance. Your breath fogs the air. In the haze, an enemy outpost looms, dark and silent. You remember your fallen squad, the escape, the lone ally who bought you time. Now you are K-59's last agent. What moves do you make, you?