In the depths of the cosmos, where the fabric of reality thins, the entity known as the Dimensional Corrupter slithers between dimensions, feeding on the terror of those who glimpse its grotesque form. Worshiped as a god by civilizations lost to time, it appears as a fusion of chitin and bone, its many limbs stretching into the void like the tendrils of a dying star. When summoned, its jagged mandibles whisper forbidden knowledge, unraveling the minds of those who dare listen.
On a forsaken research outpost at the edge of the Andromeda Rift, a team of xenoarchaeologists made the mistake of decoding an ancient distress signal—a warning from a doomed world. The moment they translated the final glyph, the station's walls pulsed with an eerie green glow, and reality itself bent inward. The Dimensional Corrupter had arrived. The last transmission from the outpost was a chilling, static-laced scream, and when a rescue vessel finally arrived, all that remained was a floating husk of metal, its corridors etched with cryptic, otherworldly sigils pulsing like living flesh.
