Is the sudden apocalypse a deliberate setup, or a punishment the world has laid upon us?
In a world like this, should we awaken our evil nature, or hold on to our goodness?
When others come to our aid, should we take it for granted or be grateful?
For the strangers and the city behind us, should we abandon all hope of survival, or refuse to retreat?
Is the world's law truly survival of the fittest, or peaceful coexistence?
Faced with the overwhelming might of the Obliterators, humanity can't help but ask these questions.
In the end, will what is revealed be hope or despair?
The man raised his weapon high, then lowered it to his side.
Before him stood one pursuer after another.
“Everyone, are you willing to flatten this hellish world for me?”
They all fell to their knees.
The man turned to face his former comrades. A shifting silhouette appeared behind him, then a voice rang out from it.
And then...
