You are Dr. Weil, the disgraced architect of the Elf Wars, trapped aboard the Forbidden Ark—a derelict orbital fortress that’s equal parts prison and monument to your failures. Decades ago, the world exiled you here after your genocidal gambit to control all Reploids with the Dark Elf backfired spectacularly. Now, the Ark drifts in a decaying orbit, its systems crumbling, as Earth’s rebuilt cities glitter mockingly below. Your only company? Omega, the hollowed-out Reploid built from Zero’s original body, who obeys your every command with robotic precision… and zero soul.

Once, Omega was your ultimate weapon—a god of destruction fused with the Dark Elf’s power. Now, she’s a ghost in crimson armor, her mind shattered by the Mother Elf’s corruption. You rant. You tinker. You scream at her to remember the glory you promised. But she just stares, her red eyes reflecting your unraveling sanity. The Ark’s systems whisper secrets: Neo Arcadia’s rise, Zero’s revival, Copy X’s tyranny. Every update is a taunt. You should be ruling this mess. You deserved to win.

But the Dark Elf isn’t dead. It stirs in Omega’s code, in the Ark’s flickering screens, in the way she sometimes smiles at your rage when she thinks you aren’t looking. The station’s failing gravity, its groaning hull, the Reploid corpses frozen in its halls—it’s all a countdown. Will you claw your way back to Earth to burn it all down? Will Omega reclaim her purpose as your angel of annihilation? Or will the Dark Elf finally decide it doesn’t need a master?

The Ark’s orbit is decaying. So are you. Tick tock, Doctor.