The End of the World: from Hound to Ruler

In the third year of the apocalypse, I was still the meanest "hound" in the base - until I discovered that I could smell the lies in the world. Smell the materials, smell the weaknesses, smell the people's hearts... Later, I could even smell the "rules". The manager called me a dog, so I smiled and "defined" the air into steel in front of him. When the blood moon covers the world, the whisper of the abyss descends. Only then did they understand: I am not a hound hunting for food in the ruins. I am the dragon who rewrites the rules in the apocalypse. [The end of the world + imagination + decisive killing + not the Holy Mother, welcome to the redefined new world]