
by Uncle Moon
Arun was watching the news about a global catastrophe caused by climate change that almost seemed apocalyptic. He whispered, murmured, and mourned for peace, only for all remaining serenity in his life to disappear. A seemingly ordinary human being, he was pulled into an apocalyptic world—a realm of devastation where everyone was nothing more than helpless dust, existing only to survive by escaping, avoiding, or hiding from the apocalypse. By a twist of fate, he became an existence whose sole duty was to confront this destruction. He became an Apostle elites of humanity —the ones who could access the other realm. The only problem was that the difficulty of his trials was higher than others’, almost as though he was cursed that not only affected him but also those around him.
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