VYINKAR PORTAL SYNOD
The year is 2027. What began as a joint lunar extraction mission has spiraled into the first chapter of a multiverse collapse. Under the banner of the Vyinkar Portal Synod (VPS), operatives navigate a silence that screams. The moon is no longer a dead rock; it is a threshold, and the price of crossing it is written in blood and static.
Deep within the lunar crust, the artifact retrieval team encountered the unexpected: emerald resonance emitting from ancient geological faults. The objective changed the moment the drill hit crystal. It wasn't just a mineral deposit; it was a map. "Jim is out cold," the comms crackled, marking the exact moment scientific curiosity turned into primal survival against an unknown geometry.
The mission brief was extraction, but the reality is a physiological rewriting of the self. Red ocular hemorrhages indicate the breach a sign that the operative is no longer ours. "Contract clause fulfilled," the traitor whispered, neutralizing objectives to serve the Synod's dark purpose rather than humanity's defense.
The series of events on the dark side of the moon has culminated in a tear in the fabric of reality. The green vortex is not just an anomaly; it is a doorway. The scroll has been opened, the coordinates locked. This is no longer a rescue mission; it is the prologue to a war across dimensions.