Chaos swallowed the world.
Buildings toppled one after another—steel, concrete, and glass collapsing like sandcastles under a merciless tide. Germany, Seoul, Mumbai, New York, Washington, Paris, London—every capital, every major city suffered the same fate. Streets cracked open, bridges snapped, and entire districts sank as the earth shook without end.
This was no ordinary quake.
This was a planet-wide catastrophe.
Reports later estimated that in some cities, one-fourth of the population died instantly. Architectural wonders that had stood for centuries were reduced to ruins within minutes. Emergency services were overwhelmed. Fire brigades rushed into the inferno, ambulances fought to cross torn highways, and military units were deployed to stabilize collapsing regions.
But the truth was simple:
No one was prepared for something this massive.
People choked on dust and smoke as they crawled through debris.
"Mom, I can't… I can't breathe! Where are we?!"A small boy screamed, his voice cracking with terror.
His mother, blood streaking down her forehead, pulled him close."K–Karaya, darling… don't cry. Your father is in the office, he'll… he'll come soon. Just hold on. The rescuers will be here. Just hold on…"
But before she could say more, another rumble tore through the ruins.Concrete shifted.A shattered wall collapsed on top of her legs.
"MOM!" the boy cried, trying to pull her free, but she pushed him away with trembling hands.
"Stay… back…" she whispered, straining to remain conscious. Her body was crushed, her breathing shallow. The child's tears fell onto her dusty face as he screamed for help.
Scenes like this unfolded everywhere—from the narrow streets of Beijing to the icy roads of Moscow. The quake struck repeatedly, wave after wave, giving no time to breathe, no moment to rest. People across the world shouted the same pleas:
"Where are the rescue teams?!""We need medics!""Someone help us!""Please—my family is still inside!"
Rescue operators eventually arrived—firefighters, paramedics, soldiers—but there simply weren't enough. Entire districts were flattened. Roads were broken. Hospitals were overflowing with the injured and the dying.
Karaya's mother survived, though barely; her body was crushed so severely that doctors later said she needed immediate, deep medical care to live.His father… was never found.
And then, amid the chaos, the emergency speakers crackled to life in shelters and evacuation zones across the globe.
A voice echoed—stern, steady, carrying the weight of a collapsing world.
"This is Gohil Methan, President of World Providence."
People stopped.Rescuers paused.Refugees lifted their heads, dust-covered faces staring up at the speakers.
"We have officially declared a Black Alert."
Gasps filled the shelters.Red Alert was the highest emergency level used for nations.Black Alert… was reserved only for global extinction scenarios.
"Today, humanity faces a disaster beyond everything we have prepared for.Cities lie in ruins. Lives have been lost. But we will not surrender to despair."
His voice shook for just a moment—but then strengthened.
"Our armies, our medics, our rescue forces are doing everything they can.We will overcome this.We will survive.So stay strong. Stay united. Help one another.This is not the end."
The speech ended.Silence filled the broken world—but only for a heartbeat.
Because something else was already coming.Something far worse than the quake.
A mist…A white, endless mist…
And the apocalypse was only beginning.
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No one saw it coming.
No one understood it—not at first.
The world changed in a single breath.
It began with a global earthquake unlike anything recorded in human history. The ground groaned as if the planet itself were screaming. A tremor with a magnitude of 9.5, not confined to any country or region, but spreading violently across every continent.
In seconds, landmarks collapsed—skyscrapers shattered like glass towers, ancient temples crumbled, and entire cities fell to their knees.Millions died before they even realized what was happening.
But the earthquake… was only the beginning.
The true catastrophe came afterward.
A mist—a thick, endless, rolling sea of white mist—erupted from nowhere, blooming across the world like a living tide. No source, no warning. It simply appeared, swallowing forests, oceans, deserts, and nations alike.
Within hours, the entire planet was blanketed.
The world became a pale, ghostly sphere.
People stepped outside thinking it was fog… or snowfall. But this mist wasn't just weather—it was wrong. It sank into every street, every valley, every coastline. Even under bright sunlight, visibility dropped to a few meters. Day and night became meaningless.
For the first time in history, humanity felt blind.
Scientists lost their minds trying to study it.Laboratories from Seoul to Berlin to California ran nonstop tests. But every sample of the mist dissolved the instant it touched any instrument.
Korean atmospheric researchers published the first alarming statement:
"This phenomenon does not behave like any natural mist.It shows controlled temperature shifts—sometimes freezing cold, sometimes burning hot.It behaves… as if alive."
Global scientific communities agreed on only one thing:
The mist was dangerous.And it signaled something even more dangerous.
Governments took desperate measures—cities sealed their buildings, installing airtight barriers. People were told never to go outside unless absolutely necessary. Mist-filters sold out within hours. Patrol drones hovered in the skies, searching for disturbances… though they could barely see through the haze.
Transportation collapsed.
Airplanes crashed because pilots couldn't see the ground.Ships went off course and vanished.Highways became graveyards of abandoned vehicles.
Human civilization was suffocating under a blanket of white.
By the year 2143, the World Providence called an emergency global assembly—one of the last remaining forms of organized communication. Delegates gathered in a sealed bunker deep beneath Geneva, screens showing nations lost in fog.
The chairman spoke with a trembling voice:
"We have monitored this phenomenon for months.The entire world remains submerged.We cannot identify the source.We cannot explain its purpose.And we cannot stop it."
Behind the scenes, hidden reports whispered of something else—something far worse than visibility loss or atmospheric collapse.
Mysterious events began occurring in regions where the mist grew thickest.
Disappearing towns.
Strange roars echoing through the fog.
Creatures… shapes… glimpsed only for seconds before vanishing again.
The world had changed.
The white mist was only the first sign.
Something else was coming.