My name is Lin Feng, an ordinary writer who has spent ten years writing novels.
One day, an accident led me to open a book with a gilt cover. It contained the final seven days of human civilization, written in a language no one had ever seen.
Something beneath the Antarctic ice awakened. Every electronic device on Earth went black for one second. The oceans changed color. The dead returned. The sky split open.
And I was chosen to become the sole chronicler of humanity's impending end.
I'm no hero, no savior. My task is simple: watch the world end, remember what happens, and write it down.
But what I don't know is that once I finish writing, the real story will only just begin.
