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!
Kekua Fornol
"My lady…" A man donned in a jet-black suit said, staring through a pair of binoculars as he observed the approach of a carriage, well protected by a team of guards, including three Blight Humans, all of which were at Stage 2, with the leader seemingly on the verge of attaining Stage 3. "They're…strong."
"Of course, they are." The one he addressed with respect nodded in response, a lady donned in a jet-black suit, wearing what seemed to be a crown affixed within her hair that was tied into a bun.
Her eyes glinted with a cunning light as she stared at the incoming carriage, raising her hand to signal her men to be ready.
There were more than fifty people under her command, with a dozen of them being Blight Humans, all at Stage 1. She was the only one among them that had reached Stage 2, the leader of the group.
At her signal, the men behind her quickly communicated through hand signs, alerting the people that were atop a large tree.
Clat-tak-katak!