The world ended not with a bang, but with a trembling hum—an invisible ripple that tore through the fabric of reality itself. It began as a whisper in the wind, a strange vibration that made glass shatter and the skies pulse in impossible colors. Then, the first Gate opened.
No one knew what it was at first. A floating scar of light, suspended in the middle of Times Square, humming like a heartbeat. Cameras flocked. Scientists theorized. Soldiers surrounded it. And then… something crawled out.
Its limbs were wrong—too many joints, too many eyes glistening like wet pearls. It screeched, the sound burning into the bones of everyone who heard it. The bullets that followed did nothing. The creature tore through tanks like they were paper, painting the streets with chaos.
Within hours, a dozen more Gates appeared across the globe. London. Tokyo. Cairo. São Paulo. Each one spewed its own horrors—scaled, feathered, or crawling masses from nightmares that no mythology had ever dared to dream.
The age of peace ended in a single day.
Governments collapsed. Cities burned. Civilization shattered into fragments of desperate survivors. Yet, something… changed in the humans who fought back.
When the first soldier struck down a beast—its body evaporating into light—he felt it. Power. A warmth flooding his veins, an alien strength taking root in his soul. His wounds closed. His vision sharpened. His mind cleared. He had leveled up.
And thus, the new law of the world was written:Kill or be devoured.Evolve, or vanish.
Those who fought became stronger. Some even inherited strange abilities—the fire of a dragon's breath, the speed of a shadowhound, the resilience of an iron-scaled brute. They were called Awakened. Humanity's last chance to push back the darkness.
But for every hero that rose, a thousand fell. For every Gate closed, ten more opened. The balance was never fair. The monsters were endless—each stronger, smarter, more vicious than the last. Entire continents vanished beneath their onslaught. Oceans boiled. Forests blackened. Skies dimmed under their wings.
The world had turned into a battlefield of evolution—a brutal arena where even gods might hesitate to tread.
And now, years after the first Gate tore open the heavens, the Earth is barely holding on. The cities that remain are fortress-cities—steel walls coated in blood and hope. Humanity clings to its dying embers, praying for a miracle that never comes.
Still, somewhere out there… rumors whisper of a being born not from luck, but from design.A child of the old world's ambition.A weapon built to end the Gates themselves.
The question now burns in the hearts of the survivors, echoing through every broken city and shattered soul:
Is there any other way to help humanity survive?