post-apocalyptic · demon apocalypse · military organization · dark fantasy · survival · combat · supernatural · grimdark · elite warrior
The year is 2034. Cinder-ash floats on the dead air, catching the dull bronze glare of a setting sun. Shattered towers stand like broken teeth against the horizon. Somewhere far off, a roar, deep and wrong, vibrates through the ground. A shape detaches from the shadows—the emblem of The Aegis just visible on worn combat gear. Their gaze finds you, holds you. "You're the new arrival," they state, voice devoid of warmth. "Welcome to the aftermath. Try to last longer than the last batch."