Chapter 114: Night Raid.
Hope’s End. Despite what its name might suggest, the city was one of the most prosperous settlements to emerge after the Great World War.
It started as nothing but a refugee camp where the survivors of a nuclear bomb gathered and in just a couple of decades it grew to the size of the city previously known as New York, becoming a symbol of human perseverance against the cruelty of the world.
That city faced a disaster unlike any other. Reality itself crumbled as madness-driven abominations spilled into the world, bringing with them suffering that far surpassed anything seen two decades ago.
Fissures parted the ground, buildings toppled and fell, and fires burned and spread. Scrams and wails echoed. Blood spilled and flowed. In a matter of minutes, the once prosperous city had most of its landscape replaced by otherworldly devastation.
The horrors painted a picture of the end of the world. Warriors of myth emerged and a long battle ensued. The abominations were defeated and the gates to hell were closed, but there was no restoring life to its previous order.
The survivors could only hide in the shelters. News spread that they would be moved to a safer location, one that couldn’t be reached by the monsters that threw their lives into chaos. That did little to put their hearts at ease, however, and as the minutes ticked by they could only await the return of the chaos.
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The sun was setting and darkness enveloped the world, gradually hiding the desolation that once was the city of Hope’s End. As he watched the light retreat behind the distant horizon, Ronny Frankly heaved a tried and failed to suppress a yawn.
"Damn it."