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!
Don’t Go Overboard
"Keuk!" The Fornol Empress grunted in pain as she collapsed to the ground, watching the corruption part of her bubbling out of her body, condensing into a sphere before her.
A thin strand of corruption formed a tether between her and the sphere, acting like a cord extended from her hair. It was what prevented her power from being extracted out of her permanently.
Yulna frowned as she stared at the sphere before her, deep in thought as she observed it. Even though it was still the corruption that she controlled, it had absorbed the essence of the world, a signature ability of the Grade 3 System, Apocalypse.
And absorbing the essence of the world had resulted in the corruption turning into the Fornol Sunflower, the power wielded by the Empress. But, even though it was resulted from her power, Yulna was unable to use it or absorb it into her own, the reason why she was frowning at the moment.