[No special abilities, no System, no goody-two-shoes, no brainless decisions, apocalyptic zombie mutations]
Economics, resources, culture, religion…
Humanity can find countless reasons to come into conflict. When those conflicts intensify until they can no longer be reconciled, war becomes an effective way to resolve them.
World War III broke out inevitably.
Planes dropped bombs, tanks crushed farmland, and missiles crossed oceans to slam into skyscrapers, hospitals, and schools. Raging flames devoured every beautiful color in the world, leaving children with nothing but endless darkness in their dreams.
When the war finally came to an end, people cheered and celebrated. But an alarm sounded, announcing the arrival of the abyss: nuclear weapons, the most powerful weapons humanity had ever created, had ultimately been turned against their own kind.
The Amolijian Empire, defeated in World War III, had descended into madness. They had strapped a special weapon to a nuclear bomb and dropped them together on enemy territory.
And so began the Age of Crisis for humanity.
