In the apocalypse, order has crumbled, and might makes right.
All kinds of rotting corpses and mutated beasts have seized 75% of the world, shrinking the space where humanity can survive.
This is the twenty-third year after the apocalypse.
On this day, the king of the apocalypse fell.
But do you really think you can kill me?
Does dying mean that was really me?
Hahahahahaha!
