Far off on a distant planet, something had awoken. The sky split apart with jagged cracks, the ground trembled, and volcanoes erupted in violent bursts of fire and ash. Oceans boiled, the air turned poisonous, and life itself seemed to recoil. Humanity faced a relentless crisis—storms raged without end, disasters struck from every horizon, and death became an everyday companion.
The human population dwindled, and as mankind weakened, the beasts closed in. The world didn't break apart in terror, but in fear—a quiet, suffocating dread that choked the hearts of all who remained. It was an apocalypse without mercy. Cities fell into ruin, habitats turned to wasteland, and regions once full of life became barren scars. The jungle withered into dust, and the ocean evaporated into clouds of steam.
For a short time, it seemed the destruction had ended. The storms faded, and those who survived were given a fragile moment of relief. But peace was a lie. Chaos soon returned, this time even more unforgiving. From the ashes, monstrous beasts rose—creatures long thought to be myths, and anomalies that defied all natural law. They tore through what was left of civilization, each battle shaking the land itself.
And far away, deep within the Abyss, something stirred. It was not born by will or by force—it simply came into being. It was hunger given form, a predator without equal. It would kill, devour, evolve, and one day, it would rule the world itself.
This is not a tale of peace, hope, or harmony. This is where heroes fall, gods are broken, and only the strong survive.