Apocalypse: Throne of the Abyss

The night when the gray fog came, Chu Yuan was dealing with a "security dispute" in an office building. He watched with his own eyes as a man in a suit expanded and exploded in front of him, turning into a three-meter-tall gray monster. There was no cell phone signal, the power was intermittent, and the corridors were filled with screams. He touched the tactical dagger at his waist, glanced out the window at the gray fog swallowing the skyline, and made a cold and sharp arc at the corner of his mouth. "In this shitty world, we finally don't have to pretend anymore." The next second, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind: "The Throne of the Abyss has recognized its master."