As I cleanse the world of abomination, my enemies get weaker.
They suffer defeat after defeat, but cannot unite against me because they've forgotten how to trust.
Now, there is no redemption for them on land, sea, or air. My grip is tightening more and more, and final victory is just a matter of time.
But time is running out.
Something's growing restless on the other side of the abomination . . . It's becoming desperate to break out.
