Your people's temple has fallen into ruin, deep within a toxic marsh.

It is surrounded by the crumbling, sinking remnants of an army, left over from a war that no one remembers. Their shattered bodies leech poison into the land and the water. You yourself are the last caretaker of a faith that has left this world. You alone can recover what remains in the temple and carry it to safety, past the lost machines that guard this place. Your people's memory lives with you, or dies with you. You have trained for this.

Ziyad Duron + gwl255 + Will Rhodes
Class: Game Studio II - 2019
Instructor:  Robert Yang    
 Matt Boch