The year is 2790.
Fifteen years have passed since the Mech Wars ended, but the world never really healed. When the seven continents merged into one, everything changed. The balance between land and life broke apart. The central plains turned into deserts, the deserts shifted into wastelands, and whatever stayed alive struggled to find a reason to keep going.
Animals began crossing into cities, attacking humans for territory. Humans, in return, treated each other no better. What was called "technological progress" only brought new ways to ruin what was left. Machines meant to protect people became weapons of destruction, and in the end, no one remembered who started it all.
The wars lasted one hundred and eighty-seven cycles–too long for peace to be anything but a rumor. When they finally stopped, there wasn't much left. The soil lost fertility. The skies turned pale. Food was replaced by artificial pellets, water by filtered waste. Everything real disappeared, leaving people to live inside controlled zones called buffers–the only places still safe to breathe.
The day the final peace contract was signed, all nations lost their names as its cost. Borders meant nothing anymore. The whole world became one continent with fifty sectors. Each sector tried to believe peace had meaning again, that maybe fifteen quiet years would be enough to rebuild something.
But peace didn't last.
It began with a warning no one understood. The sky filled with light–meteors, maybe, or something else. The detectors failed before they could explain it. When the objects entered the thermosphere, the buffs that protected the cities shattered. Sirens wailed, but it was already too late.
The radiation hit first. Then came the electromagnetic storms. Machines died, people collapsed, and the world went silent again.
That day became known as The Reset–the moment when everything began to change, not just the Earth, but the people too.
Some adapted. Some didn't.
The strong lived. The rest became memory soon or endless suffering till death..
It wasn't about heroes or villains anymore.It was simply survival–of the few who could.