All across the planet, chaos reigned.
What was once Earth had now begun its descent into madness.
People—ordinary civilians, hunters, even the weak and the elderly—began to mutate. Some grew twisted limbs.
Others sprouted jagged bone armor or scales that tore through their skin. And as they changed, their eyes dimmed.
The light of humanity in them flickered out, leaving behind only vacant monsters with insatiable rage.
Entire cities vanished beneath the weight of the monsters they had once harbored.
Towers crumbled. Skies turned red. Rationality, reason, and mercy no longer belonged to this dying world.
Noah stood in the midst of it all, ice crawling up the side of his neck and shoulder. His right eye had turned completely white, and every breath he took fogged the air around him.
Still, he stood.
He had to.
Nora fought beside him, slashing down mutated forms of people she once might've passed in the market.
