After Being Rejected by the Wasteland, the Crimson System Came to Visit

When rust becomes the law, the scale is the countdown of life. There are still 21 hours left for the fire in his chest to burn out. Behind him are the fragmented corpses of his companions. His left hand is holding tightly the last half of the bleeding dashboard fragment, and his ankle is wrapped with a cage of thorns that eats reality. The core of the giant city's furnace has long been corrupted. The coordinates of the "Source Core Obelisk" are the only antidote and a deeper grave. In this steel cemetery distorted by space pollution, rules are crawling poisonous insects, and trust is the fuel of luxury. The gazers from the abyss, the hunters who perform cold procedures, the absurd apocalyptic laments from the mentally broken people... Every breath accelerates towards the end. He is not a hero, he is just an abandoned son branded by the "Crimson Eye" plan. In the torrent of rust, he ignited the ashes with his dying body and launched a charge destined to turn his blood and flesh into ashes against the obelisk hanging upside down on the annihilation. 21:48:33…Did you hear that? That was before the world collapsed, whose whisper counted down on the scale?