A Silent Epitaph

(Not an apocalypse novel, not a traditional genre, original work) A few stars hang haphazardly in the pitch-black night sky, giving off a faint glow.

A gentle night breeze passes through the city, long since dead, dispersing the acrid smell of gunpowder and the stench of death, carrying the soldiers' thoughts back to their hometowns.

In the boundless darkness, young people from all over the world flash past beneath the streetlights. The roars of monsters mingle with the crack of gunfire, indistinguishable from one another.

Blue-clad warriors maintain the appearance of normalcy in the open, while the black "monsters," their eyes glowing red, stand between illusion and truth, guarding the gates of hell.

This is war. This is destruction. This is the beginning of a nightmare.

Are you ready... to enter this vast world?