This is a story set in an apocalyptic world of fantasy...
The world opens a brand-new chapter.
But why?
Humans live like dogs and pigs, barely surviving at the hands of their own kind. Is the arrival of the apocalypse really a blow from the heavens? Or, put another way, is the apocalypse really the end?
Humans, zombies, treants: what forces do these three races and the unknown lifeforms represent? Are they enemies or friends? Fellow countrymen, or outsiders from the same place?
As someone who's always been too kind, how many times must I get burned before I understand that pity is nothing more than the ridiculous self-salvation people grant themselves?
