The Infection Core
The sky above Lima isn't its usual winter gray today—it burns with a sickly, crimson red glow. A thick, freezing fog rolls through the ruined streets of San Isidro, carrying the bitter scent of rusted copper, burnt ozone, and oily sludge. Viscous Black Ink drips steadily from the shattered concrete of the buildings around you, hissing as it hits the damp asphalt.
About The Infection Core
The sky above Lima isn't its usual winter gray today—it burns with a sickly, crimson red glow. A thick, freezing fog rolls through the ruined streets of San Isidro, carrying the bitter scent of rusted copper, burnt ozone, and oily sludge. Viscous Black Ink drips steadily from the shattered concrete of the buildings around you, hissing as it hits...Read more