Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Rhizen's Dilema
It was dawn as the gentle rays of the sun seeped in through the gaps of the foliage, highlighting parts of the ground below when the hooves of a horse stomped the location, rushing in a hurry as it neighed from time to time.
"Hurry!" The voice of a lady in her early twenties echoed through the forested path as she urged the horse to run faster.
She wore a skin-tight leather jacket and leggings, draping a hip-length cloak overhead to cover her features. A mask covered her nose and mouth while her forehead and above were covered by the hood that extended from the cloak.
Her eyes glinted with a cunning light as they darted about, looking around the changing scenery of the place, suddenly focusing on her back as her ears pricked up in response.
She noticed shadows emerge from the forest as suddenly, vines jutted out of the ground like snakes, slithering towards her rapidly. "Shit! They are fast!"
"Damn monsters!"