The Calm After the Storm

Six o'clock in the morning, July 28th, 2023.

The sun is rising, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as its warm rays begin to pierce through the darkness. The world awakens to a new day, yet the remnants of the night's horrors still linger.

Corpses of Flyers and Hunters littered the streets of Oriental, their blood pooling underneath them in gruesome puddles.

Survivors emerged cautiously from the university, their faces etched with a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. For them, it felt like surviving the strongest storm, like emerging from the depths of a nightmare.

With wary eyes, they cast their gaze upward at the sky. It was an instinctual reaction, a need to confirm that the darkness had truly lifted. The sight of the unblemished morning sky, and the absence of monstrous creatures descending upon them, brought a collective sigh of relief.