The Rise After Doomsday
The golden age of Earth came to an end not with fire from the sky, but with a slow, grinding collapse. Natural resources dwindled. Oceans receded. Forests turned to ash, and the air grew thin with dust and radiation. Governments fell one by one, swallowed by famine, fear, and flames of rebellion. Civil wars erupted like a chain reaction, and in their wake came the weapons of last resort-nuclear strikes, engineered plagues, and artificial climate catastrophes. Humanity, once the architects of progress, had become the agents of their own undoing. The Earth didn't die all at once. It bled out slowly, a planet choked by the very hands that nurtured it. And yet, from the scorched remnants of a broken world, the survivors rose again. They built a fragile new order: the United Council, interstellar courts, Martian colonies. The dream was rebirth. The reality? A ticking bomb. Beneath the surface of renewed society, old tensions simmered-class divides, political corruption, territorial disputes. Peace became a thin veil stretched over growing cracks. Mars, the crown jewel of Earth's off-world ambitions, turned into a crucible of unrest.
