Birth from Hell

On the day the world died… Kyle did not run. He did not fight. He merely watched. He watched the cities burn to ash. He watched humanity slaughter one another for a desperate chance at survival. And he watched the monster that brought an entire civilization to its absolute end. Then, he died. But when his eyes snapped open… he had returned to the past, ten years before the cataclysm. This time, however, he carried more than just memory and knowledge. He possessed something else—something that had absolutely no right to exist. A pitch-black window materialized before his vision: > **[You have been chosen as the Heir of the End.]** > **[The closer the world edges toward destruction, the more powerful you shall become.]** > While the rest of humanity desperately strove to salvage the world… he was the solitary existence who grew stronger with every step it took toward its demise. Would he save it? Or would he become the final, ultimate catastrophe that everyone feared? > *"True despair isn't when the world ends... it is when your salvation depends on its ruin."* >