A black stone descended, foretelling that a great catastrophe had truly arrived. Unknown creatures emerged from the red fog, colorful rivers formed beneath the acid rain, and disasters of every kind came one after another. In the face of nature, life is fragile.
Perhaps Earth has been sheltered for too long, like a baby in its swaddling clothes, seeing only the sun's warm face while the cold darkness behind it remains hidden, just like the far side of the moon.
Now Earth is about to leave the protection of its swaddling clothes and enter a lonely, freezing night. Little does it know that enemies have long been lying in wait nearby, salivating over this untouched feast, left undisturbed for millions of years.
As the self-proclaimed rulers of Earth, how will insignificant humans take part in this apocalyptic feast?
