RetricBlast

Six years ago, the world began to change. Massive tsunamis wiped entire cities off the face of this planet, volcanic eruptions made it rain magma from the sky, and tornadoes tore down any civilization that still remained.

Six years later, this apocalypse would come to be known as 'The Crimson Calamity'. 

A much darker side of humanity began to show. Governments split cities in half with their own visions of rebuilding what was lost.

The next few days was full of bloodshed and carnage. Anyone who was able to fight for the future they wanted put down their morals, and began doing so.

After the tragedy, the few lucky survivors of this calamity had to make a decision. Would they just give up, or would they fight?

And if they chose to fight...would it be for their own survival, or for world domination?

The Crimson Calamity marked the beginning of a new era. Factions were born, and the old laws that held humanity in place were no longer existent. This was a time of blood, battle, and tragedy, where only the strong would be able to survive.

The last survivors are ready. Are you?

**The cover art isn't by me. If you want me to remove it message me on discord, Retricblast#5082**

The Crimson Calamity

It takes two weeks for the biggest showdown I've ever been in to happen. It takes a day to challenge my strength. And it takes a year for that day's wounds to heal.


During the transformation, so much has changed. But I could only see so little. Outside, we were expanding control over the little town.


We reclaimed the entire region for our own. Warmonger ordered her workers to send a message to the rest of the continent. The DRT mocked Downpour's requests and tamed the untamable Wildmen.


Defender would visit me daily to check how my body was adjusting to my reinforced leg. Each day that passed, we grew more attached.


She would tell me about what she saw when helping reclaim the region. Wildmen and Downpour attempting to join forces to fight back, Savages dressing up as Downpour and to help extinguish the already dwindling amount of Downpour.


Concepts and stories that didn't sound real.


When my birthday arrived, she and Edward gifted me something special. Feral's axe and a custom pair of gauntlets designed after Mane's gauntlets.


Sadly, I couldn't use any of it. Until I heard my days recovering were ending.


On an early morning, I heard a familiar mechanical voice emulate a whisper. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Specter standing over me.


Their stare was fixed on my leg. Specter admired it for a moment before looking up at my face.


"Leg looks like bone supports it, but they have no idea there's pure metal for support. Enjoy your new ability to kick harder than before."


I sat up, dragging my leg with me. "Odd way of saying 'good morning?' Alright, let's cut the conversation. You're here for something, I know it."


'DRT branch, Oceanic Behemoths need major help! Dear Specter of the Valley,


We're in a dire situation down here by the Melting Shore. We received the message of your success in securing your region, now we ask if you could send some support?


Forgers recently began taking civilians for their twisted plans. Our numbers are rapidly draining, eventually we'll lose our grip on this region.


My eyes shot up at Specter. "Why did they call you 'Specter of the Valley?' and is there another Specter?"


"That wasn't the focus of this letter. You have recovered enough to run, kick, and jump like normal. Piece the puzzle in your mind. I'm sending you with some of our men to assist." Specter quickly replied.


Specter picked up the letter. "For however long it takes to secure it."


Then Specter walked out of the room. I was alone again. But not completely. Now there is the non-stopping noise of panic in my mind.


Defender remade me, Warmonger made my armor, Edward made my morale, and Specter made my brutality. But I am being ripped away from the closest thing to a family that I have.


I was afraid. Not of the Forgers attacking. But about who would be my new team? I felt lonely already.


But I knew there was no choice for me. I am not fighting for myself; I am fighting for those around me.


A new chapter in my life is knocking at the door, and I'm about to welcome the new challenges into my home.


Melting Shore - Prologue