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August sat in the dim glow of his apartment, the faint hum of his computers filling the silence. The video file had appeared without war...

Night drapes itself over the skyline like black silk. From a rooftop high above the streetlights, Oswald Knight stands alone, one hand r...

Our eyes open inside a desolate chamber with ominous stone walls, flickering torches and a single throne carved from obsidian. A thick s...

A wintry chill lingers in the air, the temperature dropping to sub zero as had become routine of late. Mocking amused laughter broke int...

The lab was always quiet this time of night. A stillness most people feared — not because of what might happen, but because of what woul...

The Sphinx stood at the center of the ruined city, its towering figure cloaked in shifting shadows, an otherworldly presence that bent t...

The air was stone-heavy. Ancient. It smelled of oil, incense, and slow rot — the kind that lingered in temples long since swallowed by s...

A dimly lit warehouse near the Montréal docks, where fog creeps like vipers across the concrete. The camera pans slowly to reveal a man ...

An audio recording plays of Rupert Mudcocks conversation with the entity known as The Sphinx. Rupert Mudcock: Nygma...

Egypt: 48 Hours Before Ronin Rumble Night 2 The desert winds howled like restless spirits as Pharaoh Akhenaten approached the conceale...