On the tragic battlefield, shouts of battle pierced the sky. The heavy clouds above roiled downwards like a tornado, losing their original color, changing from pure, unblemished white to a mottled rust color.
Dust soared into the sky, continental plates drifted apart, seawater hung in mid-air; everything was turned upside down.
"Resist, escape, heal... this is our last battle! This battle, we have no retreat!"
"Today, our heroic actions will go down in history! We can't lose! For the legacy of our civilization! Are you willing to give up your lives!"
"This moment, there is no light! But! Hope still exists! We are the extinguished sun! But we can burn! We can illuminate the darkness! Give up our lives! Fight to the death! For the hope of light! The last spark of humanity! Protected by us!"
"This battle! We can't lose!"
"Kill!"
A chaotic battlefield, a massive human army collided with hordes of zombies, everything was filled with a sense of absurdity.
