Your crew’s latest job: keep the peace at a high-profile noble ball. Tread carefully, for intrigue, deception, and conspiracy await. Based on the best-selling Mistborn novels by Brandon Sanderson.
Empire City is a rusting, rotting metropolis overrun with criminals... and a land of opportunity for enterprising mobsters like you. There’s a decades-old gang war heating up again... Maybe you can indulge in a little mischief and spin the violence and confusion to your advantage. Carve out a place to call yours, piece by bloody piece, in this exciting new street crime noir event.
Empire City is a rusting, rotting metropolis overrun with criminals... and a land of opportunity for enterprising mobsters like you. There’s a decades-old gang war heating up again... Maybe you can indulge in a little mischief and spin the violence and confusion to your advantage. Carve out a place to call yours, piece by bloody piece, in this exciting new street crime noir event.
Empire City is a rusting, rotting metropolis overrun with criminals... and a land of opportunity for enterprising mobsters like you. There’s a decades-old gang war heating up again... Maybe you can indulge in a little mischief and spin the violence and confusion to your advantage. Carve out a place to call yours, piece by bloody piece, in this exciting new street crime noir event.
Empire City is a rusting, rotting metropolis overrun with criminals... and a land of opportunity for enterprising mobsters like you. There’s a decades-old gang war heating up again... Maybe you can indulge in a little mischief and spin the violence and confusion to your advantage. Carve out a place to call yours, piece by bloody piece, in this exciting new street crime noir event.
Ages ago the elders of Valespire made a pact with the Court of Blinding Shadows, agreeing to forever keep certain... disagreeable promises in exchange for the continued well-being of the human species. Now the last of those elders’ descendants is dead by his own hand, which is a shame really, because today the debts of his forefathers come due, and there’s not a soul in Valespire who even realizes their eternal peril - not even you.
Ages ago the elders of Valespire made a pact with the Court of Blinding Shadows, agreeing to forever keep certain... disagreeable promises in exchange for the continued well-being of the human species. Now the last of those elders’ descendants is dead by his own hand, which is a shame really, because today the debts of his forefathers come due, and there’s not a soul in Valespire who even realizes their eternal peril - not even you.
Ages ago the elders of Valespire made a pact with the Court of Blinding Shadows, agreeing to forever keep certain... disagreeable promises in exchange for the continued well-being of the human species. Now the last of those elders’ descendants is dead by his own hand, which is a shame really, because today the debts of his forefathers come due, and there’s not a soul in Valespire who even realizes their eternal peril - not even you.
Ages ago the elders of Valespire made a pact with the Court of Blinding Shadows, agreeing to forever keep certain... disagreeable promises in exchange for the continued well-being of the human species. Now the last of those elders’ descendants is dead by his own hand, which is a shame really, because today the debts of his forefathers come due, and there’s not a soul in Valespire who even realizes their eternal peril - not even you.
There is a code phrase provided to agents operating in problem spots around the globe. It’s every Control’s worst nightmare, to be awakened in the night with those words. It identifies a threat that demands immediate attention, lest the entire world suffer. In the last eighteen hours, three agents have issued the code phrase, from three different countries, and each followed with a single word: “Morningstar.” Answer your phone. Save the world.