From the rusty gears to the burning power core, from the dying roar to the artillery fire that tears apart the sky, from the desperate rush in the underground oil depot to the deformed fear in the abandoned hospital, the "Blood Owl" rises amidst the roar of steel and flesh.
Amid the screams of mutated behemoths, on the blade of betrayal, and in the suffocating feeling of the noose of resources, the name of the Blood Owl is destined to be forged with bones and fire. What they want is not to become the gods of the doomsday, but to ignite the remaining fire called "hope" and build a fortress to protect the last humanity in the endless waves.
