Five centuries ago, the Earth underwent a drastic change. A catastrophe struck the planet in the span of a few days, rewriting human history and shattering everything we believed in. Our doubts, our fictions, our fantasies all were cleared away by a single, world-changing incident.
In a cluttered office, a middle aged man sat behind a desk buried in paperwork. He wore a white, long sleeved button up shirt, the sleeves folded to his elbows. His deep brown eyes held a profound exhaustion behind the glasses perched perfectly on his pointed nose. A family picture on his desk watched as fatigue and worry etched his face. He read a file in his hands, his expression a tight mix of dread and grim validation.
On the wall, a flat screen TV played a news channel reporting on increasing disappearances of ships and planes, the designation of "no go" areas, and sightings of bizarre creatures.
"Two years ago, no one believed my theory," he whispered to the silent room, his voice rough. "Now it's clear. The creatures of our planet are no longer what they were."
The file in his hand trembled slightly. The first image showed a gargantuan, red scaled python coiled around a cluster of trees like a living inferno, flames swirling around its body, its slit eyes glowing with primal fury.
The next page revealed a colossal squid-like behemoth breaching the Atlantic's surface, its shadow darkening the water, taken from a plane.
Another showed a swarm of car-sized red ants moving like a crimson tide across a desert. Then, a blur of motion in the African savannah, clarified in the next shot, a leopard with sleek, purple black fur and predatory amber eyes.
"How long will the world be lied to," he sighed, the weight of the truth heavy in his chest, "when it's about to come crashing down?" He grabbed his coffee cup, taking a bitter sip. "Tastes good as always."
The door swung open. Three men in US military uniforms entered, two taking posts by the door. The leader, a middle aged man with a spine of steel, stepped forward.
"Dr. Albert you're needed."
"Looks like the government finally knows what's coming," Albert said, standing and taking his coat from the chair. His movements were weary but deliberate.
"I tried everything to convince them your theories were correct," the military man said, his stern face softening a fraction. "They never listened."
"I know you did your best, Sergeant Blake. The military must be taking heavy losses from the Beasts. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
Blake's jaw tightened. "Hah. Yeah. My men are being chewed up on the frontlines. These things… they're relentless."
As they walked down the sterile hallway, Albert asked, "So, what do they want?"
"What else? Someone to fix their damn mess. To find a way to deal with these things."
"Now they need me. How ironic."
They took an elevator to the roof, where the roar of a military chopper's blades swallowed all sound. Albert bent against the punishing wind, his hair whipping wildly.
"You brought a chopper!"
"Fastest way to travel. had no choice!" Blake shouted back.
They strapped in, and the helicopter leaped into the sky, soaring over the stunning New York skyline.
"Isn't it a nice view from up here, Doc?"
"It is," Albert replied, his eyes not seeing beauty, but a future in flames. "But all of this is going to change in the blink of an eye."
The flight revealed unsettling sights: an ancient, massive dome structure of fused Roman and Greek style, swarmed by military teams. "Any expedition teams come back from that, Serg?"
"Some. Barely, Most don't," Blake sighed, the sound swallowed by the engine.
Later, a vast expanse of forest appeared below but it was wrong. A huge swath of land was stripped utterly bare, not a tree or blade of grass in sight, the soil an unnatural, fresh brown.
"What the hell? Is the military clearing land for a base?"
"We're as surprised as you, Doc. This happened three weeks ago. And it's not just here. Distances between places… they're getting longer. The world itself is changing."
Albert exhaled, a sound of utter helplessness. "What is really happening to us?"
In a Secret Room, The White House, Washington D.C.
The air was thick with tension. World leaders, scientists, and officials were gathered, leaders of countries like, China, France, Germany, Great Britain, South Africa, Japan, Russia, Australia, Canada, Nigeria, United Terra Nova Federation, Xia Yen Federation and Brazil were present either in person and on screens lining the walls. President Anthony Robert addressed the assembly, his voice grave.
"My fellow leaders, I thank you all for taking note if this meeting and been present here, well as we all know they has been drastic changes and strange happenings around the world which we all are aware and we have tried to keep it from public eye but as it stands it's no longer possible.
"...The threat of the mutant beasts hangs over us. With unrest growing in our major cities, we can no longer hide this from the public. Dr. Albert Harry here will explain our reality."
All eyes turned to Albert. He cleared his throat, hands flat on the table to steady them.
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All eyes turned to Albert. He cleared his throat, hands flat on the table to steady them.
"Two years ago, it began subtly. Wildlife expert Mr. Elstone and his team in Africa encountered an African rock python the size of an anaconda. It was the first documented anomaly, but not the last." A holographic projection flickered to life, showing the massive serpent. "The creatures of our planet had begun to mutate and evolve, accelerating at an incomprehensible rate over these past two years due to a singular catalyst."
He paused, letting the gravity settle. The Attorney General leaned forward. "And that may be?"
"An energy," Albert stated bluntly. "We haven't yet named it, but it's a form of pervasive, ambient energy fundamentally altering biological matter. It was first conclusively detected by the Japanese during a cleanup at a nuclear site. Their scanners flagged it as a catastrophic radiation spike, prompting a full evacuation. But it wasn't radiation."
He tapped a control, and global maps flashed on screens, highlighting pulsing epicenters. "It wasn't just Japan. Similar, massive concentrations of this energy have since been found in remote and populated areas worldwide. My assumption is that this energy is now present in every single corner of our planet. It is the very air we now breathe."
He let that horrifying truth hang in the silent room before continuing. "Because of it, we estimate over 80 percent of all animal species have either evolved or mutated. And as you are beginning to see," he said, his voice dropping, "they are manifesting abilities—powers beyond anything our science can currently explain."
Multiple holographic screens now bloomed around the room, displaying the grotesque and majestic evolved creatures from his files.
A navy commander, face pale, interrupted. "So, Doc, you're saying the beasts we're fighting… actually have abilities?"
Before Albert could answer, a military general stood. "Let me show you what that really means." The screens switched to brutal, shaky combat footage.
The room descended into stunned silence. They watched soldiers fire futilely at a bear encased in rock armor. They saw a wolf unleash a sonic howl that shattered armored vehicles. They witnessed the scale of the horror not just animals, but forces of nature.
President Anthony leaned forward. "All this in two years?"
"The energy accelerated everything," Albert confirmed.
Then, a aide rushed to the President, whispering urgently. Phones buzzed across the room like angry hornets. One by one, faces drained of color.
"Mr. President… cities across the country are under attack! Hordes of them!"
"It's not just us! It's global! London, Shanghai, Vancouver, Tokyo, Lagos everywhere!"
President Anthony sank into his chair, the leader's mantle feeling like a crushing weight. The room erupted into chaotic reports of devastation.
Amid the panic, Albert's voice was a low, weary truth. "No one believed me. Now, here are the consequences."
The Skies of San Francisco
"Jason, TURN NOW!" pilot George screamed into his radio.
Jason's fighter jet veered hard right, the razor talons of a bus-sized hawk missing the cockpit by inches.
"Thanks, George! That was close!"
"Don't thank me yet! They're all over us! Evade and fight!"
The aerial ballet turned deadly. Then, one hawk glowed orange and blurred, moving five times faster. It closed on a fighter in a heartbeat, talons ripping through metal like paper. The jet exploded in a silent, fiery blossom against the blue.
"NO!" George's cry was raw in his throat. He pushed his throttle, his F-22 screaming over the city, using skyscrapers as a deadly slalom course. The hawk matched him turn for turn. "Damn you! Get off me!"
From behind, two of his wingmen streaked in. "Marshal, we got your back!"
Bullets tore into the pursuing hawk. It screeched, faltered, and plummeted.
Relief was a fleeting heartbeat. A larger hawk, a true king of the sky, descended. With a beat of its wings, it launched feathers like ballistic arrows towards the fighters. One fighter's tail erupted, sending it spinning into a tower in a gout of flame and glass. The king hawk seized the other, crushing its wings in its talons before letting the crippled fighter fall.
Now, its fierce eyes locked solely on George. He was alone.
The Streets of Chicago
The air reeked of cordite, blood, and fear. Gunfire was a constant, deafening roar.
"HOLD THE LINE! FIRE! FIRE!" a sergeant bellowed, his voice going hoarse.
A wall of monsters advanced. Bullets sparked harmlessly off the rock like hide of a truck sized bear. A crocodile, tall as a building, lumbered forward, tail smashing an armored personnel carrier aside. A soldier was dragged screaming into an alley by giant centipedes.
"We're not stopping them!" a young private yelled, his eyes wide with terror.
"We don't have to stop them forever! We just have to hold long enough for the evacuees to get clear! NOW RELOAD!"
The Skies Over London
"Take that, you bloody crows!" a British pilot cheered as missiles cleaved through a flock.
Then, a screech pierced the sky—a physical wave of sound that shattered comms and made pilots clutch their helmets in pain.
"What in the bloody hell was that?"
A shadow fell over the entire squadron. They looked up their cockpits as they noticed the shadow above them as a huge body mass blocked out the sun's light.
"What in the Lords name is that" A pilot exclaimed
An eagle of impossible size blotted out the sun. Its wingspan dwarfed their jets. With another earth shaking cry, it dove. It didn't attack; it passed them, a living hurricane. The wake of its flight tossed jets like toys, sending half the squadron spiraling, out of control, to the city below.
It hovered, a god of the air. It flapped its wings once, with deliberate, terrible force.
A visible arc of compressed air, sharper than any blade, sliced across the sky.
BOOM.
The remaining jets were torn apart. The eagle's triumphant screech was the sound of a city's air defense dying.
The Streets of Vancouver
Tires screeched in protest as three military trucks slid through apocalyptic streets.
"Ratatatatat!" on one of the Military vehicles mounted on it was a sub machine gun which was fired by a solider in Canadian military uniform as he shoots at the pursing beast's hot on their tai, the recoil pounding into his shoulder. The coyotes chasing them were nightmares muscled, frothing, eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger.
"Jake, status!" Sergeant Miller yelled from the lead vehicle, his knuckles white on the wheel. Civilians in his back seat sobbed.
"Wait you mean those pack of dogs are still chasing us?" A man asked
"Point of correction sir, does aren't dogs but coyotes" a boy on school uniform and wearing glasses said to the man.
"I don't give a damn about that!" The man yelled at the boy.
"So those that mean we are going to be beast food" A woman held her disheveled hair in panic as her office outfit was a mess
"They won't quit, Sarge!"
"Then make them quit!"
"All of you shut your damn mouths and let me concentrate on my driving" the sergeant shouted as he had enough of these civilians non-stop complains as they were seated in the back seat of the vehicle. And they all closed their mouths as they heard his voice filled with fury
fury
"Sarah how is our call for back up going?" He asked the lady seated by his side as she was also on military uniform.
"Well Sergeant it's the same, no response" She replied to him
"Ah, damn it" He cursed as frustration was evident on his face.
"it will be so, because with the horde of beasts at every corner of the city, every single team and squad will be occupied and saving those they can, so coming to our aid is nearly impossible" Sarah said as she had a look of hopelessness on her face as her radio made ear hurting sounds.
"So that means we are on our own now right?" The look in the sergeant eyes was that of helplessness as he drove, while he and his unit were chased by coyotes behind them.
"Jake just take them out" The sergeant radioed to the solider named Jake.
"Am trying my best sir" He replied.
"well your best isn't enough!!"
Jake gritted his teeth, thinking of his Caribbean vacation, of his girlfriend's smile, dreams now as distant as the moon. He focused on the lead coyote, its maw dripping saliva. "Forget it! Just DIE!"
He unleashed a sustained burst. The creature's tough hide finally gave way. It yelped, stumbled, and fell, becoming a ragdoll under the wheels of its packmates. One down.
"HAH! Got one!" The victory felt hollow. There were so many more.
Shanghai
"YU CHEN, GET DOWN!"
Ming's body collided with his younger comrade, driving them both to the rubble-strewn ground as a scaly tail the width of a tree trunk whipped through the space where Yu Chen's head had been. It connected with a sedan, launching the car into a building facade with a catastrophic CRUNCH.
Dust choked them. Ming scrambled up, grabbing Yu Chen by his collar, shaking him. "What were you THINKING? I promised your sister! I PROMISED HER I'd bring you back! So you do NOT die on me, understand?!"
Tears streaked through the grime on Yu Chen's face. "I'm sorry… Ming…"
Ming's eyes were hard, but his grip softened. He shoved a fresh magazine into Yu Chen's hands. "Then get up. We save who we can." He turned and fired a single, precise shot past Yu Chen's ear.
Thud.
A six eyed purple spider, the size of a football, fell at Yu Chen's feet, its fangs still dripping.
Yu Chen's blood ran cold. His hands shook so badly he nearly dropped the magazine.
Ming's voice was a steel cable in the chaos. "If you want to save Ziyang, you have to be stronger than your fear. Now, brace yourself."
Before them, the true threat rose: a purple scaled python larger than a bus, its crimson eyes burning with malice. Its dagger-tipped tail was already stained red. Soldiers fired, their bullets pinging off its scales. The serpent moved with shocking speed, the bladed tail lancing out
thwip-thwip
impaling two soldiers who couldn't dodge fast enough.
Their screams were cut short.
Ming didn't flinch. He raised his rifle. "Yu Chen! With me!"
Yu Chen looked from the dead spider to the monstrous snake, then to Ming's unwavering back. He took a deep, shuddering breath, raised his weapon, and nodded.
"Let's do this."
Bang!Bang!!Bang!!!
The thunder of their guns joined the chorus of defiance.
The first wave of beast attacks cost hundreds of thousands of lives. Cities fell silent, claimed by their new bestial rulers.
Humanity had no time to mourn. fives days later, on July 15th, the Second Wave came.
The planet itself groaned. The ground trembled, then heaved. The world was expanding. Continents stretched, mountains surged toward heavens, oceans swelled into titans.
New mountains arose, forests expanded ten times their original size, canyons and new valleys were formed, rivers became wider and larger than before even former valleys and mountains like Everest increased in size and height making the world record for the men who risked their lives to reach its top nothing but a bluff of old times.
Tsunamis erased coastal cities. Skylines of proud metropolises crumbled as the very earth beneath them tore apart. Celebration turned to cataclysm in a single, seismic minute. Millions perished.
Before the dust could settle, before a single wound could be bandaged, the Third Wave the ultimate disaster arrived.
Spatial cracks tore open the sky. Portals, glowing with alien light, irised open in city squares and forest glens and ancient looking gates. From them emerged the stuff of legend and darkest fairy tales: creatures of pure myth, of fantasy, of nightmare.
Our weapons were toys against their magic and might. Governments collapsed. Law evaporated. The world became a stark, brutal equation: eat or be eaten. Hope curdled into desperation. Families shattered. Humanity faced extinction, clawing for survival in the ruins of its own civilization.
Some women and girls had no choice but to sell their bodies even it was for a pack of noodles or bread at best even some parents ate their own children. Everyone wanted to survive one way or the other no matter what it took even it meant turning on their own. So many hopes and dreams were shattered leaving many in despair and questioning the one above.
Yet, from this deepest darkness, a fragile silver lining emerged. Some humans began to Awaken manifesting abilities of their own. This spark of power fanned into a flame of resistance. We fought back, with blood, with sacrifice, with these newfound gifts. We reclaimed footholds, built fortified cities, and dared to explore the very portals and gates that had brought our ruin.
We learned we were not alone in the cosmos. The gates led to countless worlds. The survivors of the catastrophe, those who Awakened, became known as Abilitans.
But the gates never stopped appearing. The struggle never truly ended. This epoch would forever be remembered and be known to the future generations as the "THE DESCENT"