Before the guards could scream, B.J. had his dual Schockhammers leveled. The room erupted in a rhythmic thumping of buckshot. He moved like a force of nature—a whirlwind of scarred skin and vengeful intent. Every Nazi who fell was a debt repaid to the world they had stolen.
"Not a ghost," B.J. grunted, the violet light reflecting in his blue eyes. "A nightmare." Wolfenstein 2 The New Colossus
He reached the core chamber, where a pulsing violet orb hovered, distorting the very air. A high-ranking Kommandant sneered from a shielded balcony. "You are a relic, Blazkowicz! A ghost haunting a world that has moved on!" Before the guards could scream, B