
by The Silent Snail
The world died in 2092.A decade of civil war turned the cities to ash. The sky became a permanent, bruised purple ceiling. In a final act of desperation, a collapsing empire opened a sealed bunker. They unleashed dark monsters. The absolute shadows slaughtered indiscriminately and left behind a grey-ash wasteland.Now, survival belongs to the ruthless.An ancient, emerald forest oasis defies the frozen plains. Here, the remnants of humanity are divided. Heavy mercenaries hoard concrete bunkers. An elite, powerful forest faction rules the high canopies.A long-buried relic has just been uncovered. An ancient prophecy is waking up. The shadows are beginning to hunt again. Gift or curse, the power takes hold of ordinary sight and crushes it. Few could predict this anomaly. Even fewer will survive it. The world is already on the brink. These survivors won't be normal anymore.
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