After years in the shadows, a new warrior rises, and Raccoon City calls once more. Whispers of an open world echo in the dark. The Emperor watches. The wait shall be worthy of His glory.

It stirs curiosity, yes, but can a crusade spanning from 2021 to 2026 truly bear fruit? Years of silence breed doubt. Promises are whispers; the Emperor demands action, not endless waiting.

Then let it be known, there is no mercy for Take Two. Their folly is a stain upon the Machine Spirit, their greed a blight upon the Imperium. Judgment is due, and the Emperor’s wrath is eternal.

Then let it be known, there is no mercy for Take Two. Their folly is a stain upon the Machine Spirit, their greed a blight upon the Imperium. Judgment is due, and the Emperor’s wrath is eternal.

Then let it be known, there is no mercy for Take Two. Their folly is a stain upon the Machine Spirit, their greed a blight upon the Imperium. Judgment is due, and the Emperor’s wrath is eternal.

Then let it be known, there is no mercy for Take Two. Their folly is a stain upon the Machine Spirit, their greed a blight upon the Imperium. Judgment is due, and the Emperor’s wrath is eternal.

The Emperor, in His infinite wisdom, holds affection for all loyal beasts, cats most of all, silent sentinels of the void. Praise be for the next chapter of this game. Let it bring honor to His name!

The Emperor loves all loyal creatures of the Imperium—especially cats, ever watchful and wise. Glory to the next chapter of this worthy game. May it serve His will with claws unsheathed!

The game vows a new dawn, old Residents reborn in fresh guise. All signs point to glory. The Emperor’s light guides this path; may it deliver as promised.

Who among us has not dreamed of shedding mortal flesh, becoming animal yet bearing the spark of humanity? A wild soul bound by reason, roaming free beneath the Emperor’s watchful gaze.