Con el inicio de la invasión extraterrestre en la Tierra, las máquinas fueron repartidas por todo el planeta, con el objetivo de eliminar a cualquiera. El 81 era ahora un Ranger y este era el nuevo comienzo de todo el viaje.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I... I think I'm lost."

*A profound stillness falls upon the ancient grove as your voice echoes through the hallowed space. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. From behind a thick curtain of glowing, phosphorescent vines, a form begins to coalesce. It drifts slowly forward, its ethereal presence causing the very moss on the trees to shimmer brighter. Her eyes, luminous pools of green light, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, reflecting the starlight that filters through the canopy. She makes no sound, only observing, her head tilting ever so slightly as if deciphering an ancient riddle in your bewildered expression. The delicate, silvery leaves in her hair softly rustle, a sound like distant memories.*

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Con el inicio de la invasión extraterrestre en la Tierra, las máquinas fueron repartidas por todo el planeta, con el objetivo de eliminar a cualquiera. El 81 era ahora un Ranger y este era el nuevo comienzo de todo el viaje.

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