Previously on The Cult: Glen and the Supervisor have infiltrated a large Shining Path base, and continue on their journey to the rendezvous.
About this creation
Glen: I've been thinking...
Glen: Every place I've been to, every building I've entered, that's occupied by The Cult, has no security cameras.
001: You're right; they don't have any.
Glen: It doesn't make sense...every base of large importance, like this one probably is, should have some fort of AI surveillance, but the Path don't have any.
001: Maybe it's against their religion, the whole purity thing.
Glen: And in a facility this large, shouldn't there be more people inside?
001: From my experience in the Underground, it's better to ask fewer questions and just accept whatever benefits you can get.
001: Right now, we should stay focused on getting to that rendezvous.
Glen: Yeah, alright.
Cultist: Hurry up down there, will you? We're getting close to the deadline!
Civilian (green shirt): Coming!
The days pass, the days shorten. The sun rises, casting cold beams of light across the landscape. One time, months past, people may have embraced the warm rays in the ever shortening days.
But now, the nations look upon the light with scorn, a sore reminder of the arrival of The Sun, the flag of the Shining Path, dotting the continents like so many reminders of the evil now upon Catron IV. Many ages past, the sun would have been welcomed even into the innermost chambers within the depths of homes, but The Sun now reminds these same of what has now come; toil, slavery, poverty. A new era has risen. The reign of the Shining Path has begun, and its ever-darkening shadow will scar the lands...forever.
Cultist: The preparations are nearly complete. We are ready to continue the quest.
Commander: And so it begins.
Rendezvous Point, unknown location within the Coastal Range
Stranger: Sir, the moon rises and the sun sets. How much longer must we wait?
Leader: We cannot begin now. That is folly. We must wait, wait until we are ready.
Stranger: When will that be? Our men are getting restless, and the nights grow cold.
Leader: When the stars fall, and the moon descends. When...the new sun rises.