The air was thick with tension as Zhang Wei crouched under the rubble, rain still pouring down around him. His breathing had finally steadied after the harrowing encounter with the demon, but something felt wrong. The silence of the streets was unnerving, broken only by the distant groans of monsters and the occasional crash of debris.Then it happened—the broadcast.All across the city, in every hidden corner where humanity still clung to life, radios crackled to life, speakers that had been long dead sputtered with sound. It was a familiar voice, the calm, steady tone of the government official. But this time, there was no promise of hope, no plan for rescue.Zhang listened as the voice echoed through the ruins."This is a message to all remaining survivors. Humanity is on the verge of extinction. There is no longer any hope of salvation."The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He froze, his hand tightening around the piece of metal he still held as a weapon. He could imagine the same thing happening everywhere—people pausing, their hearts dropping at the same time as his, as they realized what was being said."Our world is lost. The demons, the creatures, the monsters—they have taken everything from us. We have failed."The voice wavered, just slightly, as if even the speaker knew the weight of what they were saying. Zhang's jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as he listened."There is only one option left. We must abandon this world. The last remaining ships will depart within the hour. Those who can make it to the launch sites—do so now. But for the rest of us... we have no choice but to unleash mankind's final weapons."Zhang's eyes widened, and his heart pounded in his chest. "No..." he whispered to himself."We will rain fire upon this world. Nuclear strikes will commence immediately, along with every weapon mankind has ever created. We will cleanse the earth of these monsters, even if it means our own destruction."Zhang's stomach twisted with a mix of fear and rage. This wasn't salvation. This was betrayal. They were being abandoned—left behind to die along with the monsters that had torn the world apart.He wasn't the only one listening. All around the world, in the ruins of once-great cities, in the underground shelters where the last survivors huddled, people heard the same words. Faces reflected every possible emotion—some filled with fear, others with anger, despair, and confusion. Mothers clutched their children tighter, fathers grimaced, trying to remain strong for their families.Some cried, others screamed, their voices lost in the wind. But all of them shared the same sense of betrayal.Zhang could imagine it, the faces of people he knew: Li Jun, his old squad mate, probably staring in disbelief from whatever bunker he had found himself in. The families they had fought so hard to protect, now hearing the news that they were being written off as collateral damage.The world was quiet for a moment, the broadcast ending, leaving nothing but the sound of rain and the low growls of the demons in the distance. But it didn't stay quiet for long.Zhang felt the first tremor before he heard it—a low rumble that shook the ground beneath him. His eyes snapped toward the horizon, where the sky, already dark and heavy, began to glow with an eerie, unnatural light.The attack had begun."No... no, no, no!" Zhang whispered frantically, his breath quickening as the realization hit him. They were really doing it. They were going to bomb the entire world—nuclear bombs, biological weapons, everything mankind had ever created to destroy itself. And they didn't care who was still alive down here.In the distance, Zhang saw it—the first explosion. A flash of blinding light that swallowed the horizon, and then the shockwave hit. The sound was deafening, a roar that seemed to tear the sky apart. The ground shook violently beneath him, and Zhang threw himself deeper into the rubble, covering his head as debris rained down.It wasn't just one explosion. It was everywhere. He could hear them, feel them—across the city, across the world. Mushroom clouds rising into the air, the sound of buildings collapsing, the very earth splitting apart under the force of the bombs.People screamed—those who had been caught in the open, those who had nowhere to hide. Their voices mixed with the roar of destruction, a cacophony of agony and fear. Zhang couldn't see them, but he could picture it in his mind—families torn apart in an instant, people vaporized by the heat of the blasts, bodies flung like ragdolls by the force of the explosions.The rain had turned to fire.Zhang's body trembled as he lay under the ruins, eyes squeezed shut against the chaos. His mind raced with memories—the soldiers he had fought with, the friends he had lost, the people he had tried to protect. All of them, gone in an instant. And now, they were all going to die.As the shockwaves passed, the world seemed to hold its breath. Zhang dared to open his eyes, his body shaking as he slowly pushed himself up. The sky was black with smoke, fires burning everywhere, casting a sickly glow over the ruins. The air was thick with the smell of ash and blood.He had seen war. He had seen death. But this... this was the end.Humanity had destroyed itself.Zhang stood amidst the rubble, staring at the burning city. There was nothing left but death. No salvation. No hope. Just the bitter taste of betrayal and the knowledge that this had been mankind's final act.And in the distance, beyond the fires and the destruction, the demons still walked, unharmed. The attack had failed.Humanity's last hope had died with the bombs.But Zhang was still alive.