His mind drifted back, unbidden, to Earth. Not the Earth of now, but of his past life.
The fate of this place mirrored it almost perfectly—the struggle of the weak against invincible monsters, humanity clawing desperately against extinction, the crushing weight of despair followed by fleeting sparks of defiance.
It was as though he was watching Earth's history repeat itself… only in another world.
This world—this place that wasn't Earth—had also suffered an invasion. Demons had descended upon them, just as they had descended upon Earth in his past life.
They tore through the land, spreading destruction and despair wherever they walked. Entire cities had been reduced to rubble, their people shackled and stripped of dignity. Families were slaughtered, children chained, and the survivors forced into unending servitude.
They had been enslaved, treated as nothing more than cattle in their own homeland. Their cries were ignored, their lives reduced to a cycle of suffering.
