In an undisclosed facility, locked away in an evidence vault, sat a single vial of an iridescent green liquid — the last sample of the Prometheus Serum. Unauthorized personnel never knew it existed. Officially, all samples were destroyed. Unofficially, it remained under the highest security, kept as a grim reminder of human ambition gone awry.
And though the world now knew of the project's horrors, whispers persisted in the halls of power and science: that somewhere, someday, the fire stolen from the gods might be lit once more. But if it did, there would be a shadow waiting — a guardian ready to strike from the darkness to defend the light.