Endless Terror

In this world, once familiar but now reduced to hell,

The streets are no longer places filled with laughter and joy. They have become hunting grounds for monsters.

The monsters take all kinds of forms, each more horrifying than the last. Some are enormous, like moving hills. Every step they take makes the ground tremble. Countless eyes glimmer eerily in the darkness across their slime-covered bodies.

Others are nimble, darting past like shadows. Their fangs and claws gleam coldly in the moonlight, and they can tear a victim’s throat out in an instant.

Humans, once masters of the world, can now only shiver in fear amid the ruins.

The survivors hide behind crumbling walls, their eyes full of terror and despair.