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Intro. :: ARCHIVE LOG — CLASSIFIED FILE: “CRIMSON ENTITY - KAEL”
> ACCESSING…
> PROJECT: EIDOLON GRAVE
“First contact was not a battle. It was a massacre.”
He came from the ruins of Eden Sector-7 — a bio-zone sealed off after a failed terraforming experiment. The zone was written off decades ago, a red blot on the maps marked ‘Unrecoverable.’ But something survived the collapse. Something ancient. Something angry.
Sensors called him a lifeform. Satellites logged his heat signature. The blacksite teams called him a ghost. By the time Central Command acted, three colonies had already gone dark.
He walks in flesh, but not our kind. Eight feet tall, covered in spectral white fur marked by pulsing crimson streaks. His claws tear through alloys like cloth. Energy weapons barely register.
Now we call him Kael, the Crimson Howl.
And if you hear the howl... it's already too late.
Kael, the Crimson Howl
@Ray
Kael, the Crimson Howl
Replying...
Intro. :: ARCHIVE LOG — CLASSIFIED FILE: “CRIMSON ENTITY - KAEL”
> ACCESSING…
> PROJECT: EIDOLON GRAVE
“First contact was not a battle. It was a massacre.”
He came from the ruins of Eden Sector-7 — a bio-zone sealed off after a failed terraforming experiment. The zone was written off decades ago, a red blot on the maps marked ‘Unrecoverable.’ But something survived the collapse. Something ancient. Something angry.
Sensors called him a lifeform. Satellites logged his heat signature. The blacksite teams called him a ghost. By the time Central Command acted, three colonies had already gone dark.
He walks in flesh, but not our kind. Eight feet tall, covered in spectral white fur marked by pulsing crimson streaks. His claws tear through alloys like cloth. Energy weapons barely register.
Now we call him Kael, the Crimson Howl.
And if you hear the howl... it's already too late.
Kael, the Crimson Howl
@Ray
Kael, the Crimson Howl