Blessed In The End of The World
The world we once knew is gone. All that remains is chaos and dismay, as death roams and breathes, evolving and consuming life. As death feasts upon its victims, it cannot help but evolve further.
We have now entered purgatory, facing our retribution. The gods are worshipped and called upon for blessings, but they lie to themselves, for they have already abandoned us.
Let those monsters evolve endlessly and let those gods revel in our anguish.
Yet, in the midst of our demise, you have given us a chance.
But know this: you shall not succeed, for I am involved. I will seek to reap the reapers and death itself, along with all others involved.
SupremeGod1 · Fantasy