After the terrifying cataclysm, vast amounts of grotesque flesh creatures began to roam the earth in droves...
In just a year, buildings and farmland developed over more than a decade had been completely abandoned, and the orchards that used to be all around had been replaced by chunks of flesh that took root in the ground.
A group of people shrouded in black robes laboriously made their way through this area dominated by countless twisted and mutated beings.
"That was close, the rain has stopped."
The leader of the robed figures looked up at the sky, feeling immensely relieved in his heart.
Trailing behind him were more than twenty followers, bestowed with the power of "The Night"—although they wielded "The Night's" force and wore black cloaks emblazoned with symbols of dusk, occasionally chanting "Praise 'The Night'"...
