Doomsday: Reborn, but Not the Protagonist

Night, black as ink, so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

In a vast expanse, torrential rain poured down, and nothing was visible.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the world. As far as the eye could see lay an indescribable hell on earth. The ground was covered with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, countless severed limbs scattered everywhere, and the land was stained crimson.

At the center of the blood-soaked wasteland lay a gigantic serpent, coiled for dozens of kilometers. It flicked its tongue and fixed its narrow, dark-gold eyes on a single person.