I thought I'd seen it all. Talk about your all-time wake-up calls âŠ
Earth is teeming with alien larvae.
That reality has just crashed down on us like a ton of contaminated space rocks.
Every time I close my eyes, I still see the huge spider-like monster rising up.
I killed that one just in time, but we know that more could hatch at any moment.
Even worse ⊠we know that if any of them reach their final form, they'll be indestructible.
Now, our only hope of saving Earth from this ticking time-bomb lies on the distant world of Eden.
The problem? We have reason to think the natives engineered this stuff.
If there was any other route forward, we'd be taking it.
We wouldn't be blazing this uncharted path to potentially hostile territory.
But with one card left to play in a game we can't afford to lose, I can't keep my mind from fixating on one unshakeable question:
Are we racing towards Earth's salvation ⊠or on a one-way trip to oblivion?