When Jack Roman woke up, the scorching heat of the desert made his back sting sharply.
His last memory was of putting on the exoskeleton armor and leading the Brotherhood's ground reconnaissance team as they followed orders to approach the ruins; then, a storm struck them, and they were swallowed up by the tempest like sailors caught in a storm and tsunami, powerless to do anything.
When Jack awoke again, he found himself lying here.
The exoskeleton armor had protected them, but now it was nothing more than scattered broken parts.
The members of the squad he had led were nowhere to be found, and all communication devices had lost signal.
The only piece of good news was that Jack had spotted a village in the distance, and his strong survival instinct made him struggle to crawl up from the ground—he had spent half his life advancing to the upper echelons of the Brotherhood through ruthlessness and mercilessness, and he certainly couldn't die so inexplicably in the desert.
