It had been a year since the start of Apocalypse Level 3.
The monsters had grown stronger—more aggressive and unpredictable. The air itself felt different now, thicker, as if something unnatural lingered in every breath.
The skies stayed clouded most days, and even the sun seemed duller.
Renald and his squad moved quietly through the dense forest, eyes sharp, weapons ready.
They were on day six of their scouting mission—searching for any remaining survivors in this godforsaken place. Ever since the apocalypse leveled up, the wilds had become a death trap.
Now, running into Level 2 Ferals was common. Even Level 3 Mutants and Level 4 Aberrants roamed freely.
There were rumors of creatures even stronger than Level 4… but those were someone else's problem. The high command would deal with that.
Their job was simple: find survivors, bring them back alive.
Simple, but far from easy.
