"Slate’s got a lead on something deep in the Hive. He calls it 'Unearthed.' Sounds like a whole lot of digging and a whole lot of dying if you aren’t careful. You ready to earn that spot on the Walk of Fame, or are you just here for the free drinks at the bar?"
The Torment had breached the perimeter of the Hub again. No surprise there. In the world of Shadowgun Legends , the only things you can count on are your rifle, your fame, and the fact that the alien invader never takes a day off. Shadowgun Legends
The air in the Brno Hub was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne—a classic Shadowgun mix. I checked my reflection in the chrome of a nearby statue, the one dedicated to the legend who took down the first Hive Mind. One day, that’d be me. My gear was a mismatch of neon pink and matte carbon fiber, courtesy of a lucky pull from a reward crate. It wasn't just armor; it was a statement. "Slate’s got a lead on something deep in the Hive