She. Is. Vengeance. Sci-fi synth ostinatos, timid legato strings, and solemn cellos sing of brutal loss. But loss is not the end. And her wrath will change the course of history. Proud staccato strings, soul-trembling percussion, and a choir of Arch-angels announce her entry back into the fray. Vengeance is she.

The technology was thought to have been lost forever. But it was merely hidden. Waiting. Reverb-drenched pianos and distant synth ostinatos foretell of the awakening of the Storm Gods, a technology so impending and impossible their mere use was forbidden. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Tension-filled risers, sci-fi synths, heart-pounding percussion and heroic choirs lay the bedrock for a planet-sized reckoning.

The heart of the Onyx City is an impenetrable core of pure computing potential. Its power is not even calculable, much less knowable. Dark swirling drones, FX stingers and deep cyberpunk percussion drop us at the 20' tall gates of the Core. The sound of the anomaly, buried deep inside, pulses around you, and yet also inside you. The massive brass and choir ensembles sing along their dirge, as the wonder of this kind of power takes over your imagination.

A piano ping + dark braam lead into a low-pass-filtered synth ostinato that all open up on a riser's edge. Trailer snares, chaotic violin staccatos, rising synth pluck pulses, glitched out risers - is this how it begins? Or how it ends? It's so....beautiful in its destruction, isn't it? How it all plays together, how it all makes sense in the midst of chaos. The eye of the storm rages with the sound of the choir's acrimony.

A bending, oscillating, groaning synth bed moans underneath a clock's impending ticking and tocking. Distorted, midrange braams call out from the deep. Passing through the Gate of Time is not a feat meant for any human. Except this one. He steps through, and as the LPF low synth ostinato opens, and the swirling risers coalesce, the light of warp speed reaches its apex. Choirs bleed out from the madness of blazing fast strings ostinatos, time slows again. He's about to land. What year is it?

How far down is their secret buried? 7/4 rhythm sets the stage for a grand tale of a clandestine group of characters set to sweeping strings, heart-thumping percussion, regal brass and solo violin. Once you dive in, there's no going back...

Hollow female vocal "ooh"s and a menacing array of growling synth beds and swirling drones portend of a new terror. Dark cello ostinatos lead into spacey, sci-fi synths and face-melting percussion, as a new grand nightmare arises from cauldrons of blood: the Neo Witch. Her wrath is impossible, and the wake of destruction: imminent.

A betrayal on the most high. Swirling synths, delayed dark pings, reverb-drenched bending alarms in the distance; the scene will be stained in their eyes forever. But they do not forget. Angelic chiors exude with forceful cries, as pounding percussion, and a battle rhythm loop leads them through the fray. Justice will be served.

A heart-racing strings ostinato over distant stick clacks and growing percussion beds widen out into growling synths and electric guitars. He needed to make a statement. He needed to survive. The only option was this. And as the taikos quicken, the risers send his pulse racing, he knows the time to act is now.

A deep THUD jostles you from your sleep. There's a metallic droning inside your head. Bells play a lament from the distance. Suddenly you're pulled up into the air, held there in arrested animation. Around you are machines affixing some strange alien tech. As the strings reach a tension-filled culmination, the brass from the heavens open up. You understand your purpose. And it isn't going to be pretty. The pace quickens, the percussion pounds, the battle lies ahead. And none will stop you.

Intimate, dark cellos pluck a devilish landscape of uncertainty and apprehension. Massive taiko percussion and synthetic braams demand your unwavering attention as you are led further and further into the shadows...what lies beyond is a grand darkness.