"NexusBlock is a festering wound upon the flesh of the Holy Land. We shall cleanse it with fire and steel, with gas and gunpowder." — The Grand Inquisitor Once, these trenches were vineyards and villages, where the faithful tilled the soil, raised children, and prayed. But when the veil between worlds tore open and heretics called forth horrors from the Abyss, this land became a crucible of war. Torquemada’s Inquisition, armed with relics and rifles, was dispatched to halt the corruption. They came prepared to face Hell itself—and bless it with bullets. Their creed was carved into the earth with barbed wire and blood. NexusBlock became their church. Every bullet, a sermon. Every gas attack, a hymn. Every trench, a cathedral of pain, sanctified by the screams of the damned. Here, demons stalk the fog-choked no-man’s-land, and zealots die with scripture on their lips. The war is eternal, and faith is measured not in prayer—but in how long you can hold the line before madness or fire claims you. This is no longer a war for victory. This is penance. This is NexusBlock.