Tap the side trigger and the pistol reconfigures inside your physical hand. The compact form sweeps crowds; the extended form drives a single nail through bone with surgical weight.

Mechanical click haptics fire on every transform — not as a UI cue, but as a tactile event you feel through the controller. The longer you play, the more you reach for the transform without thinking.

Loot is meaningless until it’s banked. To leave an Anchor Zone you must reach the Extraction Altar and feed it — a sixty-second last stand that scales with everything you’re carrying.

Hearts pool across the team. One player goes down? Their stash is yours to recover, or yours to lose. The Altar makes every departure a co-op moment — not a checkpoint.

Weapons stick in wounds for a fraction of a second. Bone snaps with one haptic profile; a wet drag follows. Sword raises within 200 ms trigger a parry with a counter-shot window.

There are no stat sheets pretending to be combat. Every hit is a physical interaction — what you swing, how fast, what angle, where it lands. The system rewards reading the fight, not winning a die roll.