The Dawn: Sniperвђ™s Way... Apr 2026

The target was High-Commander Vane, the man responsible for the "Glassing" of the southern colonies. Vane moved only during the light-shifts, protected by a phalanx of kinetic shields that could stop a rocket but struggled to track a single, high-velocity slug fired from two kilometers away.

As the sun began to bleed over the horizon—a sickly, neon orange filtered through the radioactive atmosphere—the heavy blast doors of the Citadel groaned open. Vane stepped out, his silver armor reflecting the first rays of the Dawn. He was a god of the New Order, confident in his invincibility. The Dawn: Sniper’s Way...

The Dawn wasn't just a time of day anymore. It was a deadline. The Objective The target was High-Commander Vane, the man responsible

The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a heavy blanket of mist and ash that clung to the ruins of Sector 7. Elias "Ghost" Thorne didn’t breathe; he filtered. The respirator against his face hissed rhythmically, a mechanical heartbeat in a world that had stopped beating decades ago. Vane stepped out, his silver armor reflecting the

Elias waited. He needed the moment Vane stepped onto the transit platform—the three-second window where the kinetic shields recalibrated for the mag-lev's frequency.