On the distant continent of the stars, a bloody storm rages as myriad races vie for supremacy. The Catastrophe races make a shocking entrance: the Insect Race, the Mechanical Race, the Demon Race, and the Undead Race. A battle between life and death, woven with blood and tears.
Frost dragons spread their wings and roar, freezing the earth beneath them, with withered bones covering the ground;
An endless torrent of steel, armored ranks in perfect formation, advancing in a trinity, stretching beyond the horizon;
The gaping maw of the abyss, blades swinging, the earth shaking, sweeping across every direction;
The Mother Nest rises from the earth, seas of insects and mountains of corpses blotting out the sky, enough to make your scalp crawl.
On this continent overrun by catastrophes, you think you can bully humanity because we're weak?
Fear not! In the name of our ancestors, we have arrived!
Catastrophes? Catastrophes are exactly what we fight!
OK OK It's very well written. I was completely confused until the end. Listen to me and don't write again next time 🥺
I was confused when I read it, the title was quite novel, the writing was average, and it was given directly to the NPC.