michael leads you into the sub and the hatch closes. Inside the tight confines of the submersible dozens of crews and workers are milling around, trying to get their tasks done.
"Everyone in the legion is named after an angel or a seraph....Its our culture."
a hideous half human, deformed think scuttles between your legs and out of sight as you walk and michael guides you through the ship.
"We are the legion of the iron cross.....Inhotep templars."