Three months later.
The world had plunged into chaos, suffering on a scale previously unimaginable. In these three days, the global economy had disintegrated, vital infrastructures lay in ruins, human resources were devastated, and humanity had faced a shattering defeat against the Demons.
A brutal war had erupted between the Demons and Humans, and the humans had been spectacularly vanquished. Humanity's arsenal—tanks, helicopters, fighter jets, and even nuclear weapons—had proven utterly impotent. None of their formidable weaponry could even scratch the immense centipedes tearing through cities.
But it wasn't just the centipedes that had spilled from the portal. Gargantuan bats and a swarm of colossal insects had also emerged, their sheer size and ferocity amplifying the devastation.
Survivors had clung to life by taking refuge in the dim, claustrophobic confines of the subways. I was among them.
