The sun, like a frightened witness, hides behind the haze of raging fires. The wind that once brought freshness and joy now carries the smell of smoke and decay. Buildings, collapsed under the weight of time and chaos, stand like silent monuments to a bygone era.
The streets are empty. Only from time to time the sounds of footsteps are heard—those few of us who managed to survive the first weeks.
In the distance, there is a roar like thunder, but no—it isn’t a storm. It’s a warning of the start of a new day.
The body is armored, cold weapons appear in the hands, and deadly magic forms near the palms—ready for the next battle…
I think I should introduce myself. Before, they called me James Reed. Now… well, my current name is known to every person. And how could it be otherwise, if it hangs at the top of the worldwide location ranking “Earth”?