SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE...

The project was nearing completion.

He stood before the hulking humanoid figure displayed on the monitor as one of his servants entered his chambers.

"Yes?" he asked, not even batting an eye.

"My lord, the subject has been apprehended," the butler said with a bow. "The security teams are returning to the manor even as we speak."

He glanced over his shoulder at the man. "Excellent. And the subject is going to be brought to the hangar, yes?"

"Of course, my lord," the butler replied without even rising. "But there is the problem of the subject's parents. They will, as the commoners say, move heaven and hell to get it back."

He snorted. "As if. We do have connections to their government, do we not? If they want to get it back, their efforts will be thwarted." He held up his staff, examining the ornate head resting upon it. "After all, we can't let them get word of this out. Not since those commoners have begun to whisper of changes."

The butler nodded. "As always, you are correct, my lord." Then he paused, seeming to sense another presence.

"Ah. My Lady." The butler turned and bowed to the elegant woman as she seemed to drift into the spacious study.

"Thank you, Hans," the woman said as she adjusted her tiara. "I shall wish to spend time alone with my husband."

"As you wish, my lieges." The butler turned and strode out of the room, leaving the two alone.

The man turned to glance at the door as it closed behind his servant. His eyes narrowed before his wife swept over and cupped his hand in hers. "It is time, is it not?" she whispered.

A sneer crossed his face as he glanced over to where the elevator was.

"Yes... it is. The subject should be here within the hour," he said with a sinister chuckle.

The Lady of the House nodded. "Excellent..."


That evening, many people swore they heard screams coming from the manor overlooking the small village. Lights could be seen flashing in its subterranean windows, and rumors began to spread of ghosts, hauntings, and unearthly screams that overtook the manor at certain times of the week.

No one knew for sure what was happening, and that was just the way the inhabitants of the house wanted it. After all, as one of the more influential noble families within the Kingdom, it made sense that they wished to keep private matters of their House out of the public eye.

The only thing that many knew for certain was that something was happening in that elegant Rodiganian estate.

And they did not want to be a part of it...

Whatever it was...


An ancient legacy is uncovered...

(Shows a pair of red optics coming online)

A new face is found...

(A robot staggers down a street, half mad with hunger and grief)

And a new threat looms on the horizon...

(Shows only two glowing red eyes amidst a bunch of trees)

"No... friggin'... way! What is that thing?!"

(Shows Team Shinkalion facing down a shadowy shape with antlers)

Team Shinkalion must now race against the clock...

(Shows Fumikiri attacking the shape with his shuriken while Nozoma creeps up on it)

To save a potential new ally from his demons...

(Shows Efu slugging the newcomer in the face)

"Don't blame yourself! You didn't cause their demise!"

(Matagi glares at the shadowy demonic shape in the trees)

"You are sick! Twisted sick!"

"Ah, yes. I do enjoy seeing others suffer... it makes my soul tingle with joy..."

(Shows Haifu attacking with her Turnstile Sword, only to unleash a brilliant orange energy wave instead)

"Stay away from him!"

(The shape dodges an attack from Efu's Gran Cross, but barely as it grits its teeth in pain)

Before they take him alive

(Shows Nozoma glaring at the Beast of Darkness)

"If you even had a soul!"

COMING SOON

GRIMMFALL SHINKALION: BULLET TO THE PAST

(Shows Railspike taking Matagi's hand)

LEARN FROM THE PAST, LEST YOU BE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT

COMING TO A COMPUTER NEAR YOU THIS SUMMER