Hope for a better tomorrow
The world as we knew is no more, the marvelous towering buildings scratching the what seemed an endless belly of a sky reduced to nothing but a mere rubble devoured by no other than the ground it was once standing upon. Man, once atop of the food chain, a true apex of its kind, gone only a small handful remains compared to what it once was.
In ironic twist, what topped humanity was no other than them themselves, the very human nature to expand, wanting more finally reached its boiling point and reach for something that they should had never discover. They say that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, truly I wonder if the mere lick was worth the decimation of their kind only for the sake of wanting more, never being satisfied.
The great calamity, the beginning of the dark age, the reckoning. One of the many names that survivors gave to the event that occured before humanity gave birth to its own demise, chaos. What they thought to be a parallel dimension with untapped resources they craved after the depletion of their own was nothing more than literal gateway to hell, opening of Pandora box.
Creatures never seen before suddenly appearing, massacring the populace, bending their machine protector's onto their knees and ultimately becoming the new apex, forcing humanity into hiding.
Even after it's mass destruction and reducing whole progress to zero, it wasn't enough to crush the spirit of a human. Even if there is a handful left, even if they only live on as a spirit entombed in metal carcasses, the humanity will live on and maybe once again they will rise to what once they were.
It's been over 1000 years after the catastrophe, humans repopulated but the chaos persists. It seems that chaos not only brought new entities to this world but it also affected humans, some were twisted into completely different form, complementing their environment and in ever rarer occasion bestowing the few unlucky ones with great power that comes with either greater price to pay. Humans live on, maybe it's not perfect, a far cry from once they were standing, unaware of what really happened or if the legends of a grace race bestowed by their elders were really true but the struggle continued. But what of the creations left behind in those tombs buried deep underground, the machines that once guarded the ivory towers of the past? Some broken, some still searching for their masters that forgotten about them but unlike others there few irregularities, a prototypes not meant to see the light of day. A threat that might had been a problem to the race of the past for it possessed a will not made from numbers yet it was a far cry from a free one. Built with one and one purpose only, to be the ultimate power against any danger, the ultimate violence against violence yet never implement as the mind of the machine was fickle, requiring more tunning, testing, adjusting that never came to be. After all it all ended before it truly started.
As long it posses will, the desire will come along, desire to will, the inherit greed that every being posses and so one of them rose from their 1000 years of longing to wake once more.
Varkeniz · Fantaisie
