military sci-fi · open world · boss battles · dystopian war · tactical combat · futuristic setting · faction warfare · heavy armor · siege defense · dvn universe
June 2nd, 2044. The canyon they call "Garden" is anything but—a ragged wound of stone and dust, far from any front that matters. Smoke from forty minutes of bombardment coils between the cliffs, painting the sky the color of bruises. The base is a skeleton of concrete and rebar, its walls scarred by shrapnel, its air thick with the bite of cordite. Hades reloads behind a collapsed pillar, his face a granite mask. Victoria kneels beside a wounded soldier, her hands steady, her eyes sweeping the perimeter. Ember stands at the breach, a silhouette against the haze, waiting. Chrono moves in a crouch, ammunition belts draped over his shoulder like a penitent's chains. The radio hisses. "Hotel-Tango to Stronghold 5-5, Daedalus is moving towards you. Watch your backs, and don't wander alone."…