Prologue

Forty years ago the world changed forever.

In the midst of all the war, famine, sickness and death occurring, nothing could prepare the human race for what happened.

As a commercial cruise ship made its way through the North Atlantic Ocean, the passengers on board could see gargantuan glowing writing in the sky.

"RAGNAROK IN 44 YEARS 11 MONTHS 29 DAYS" Is what the writing depicted.

This writing had caused worry in the passengers, for nothing like this had been seen before, It couldn't be fireworks as none lasted that long and the Aurora Boreallis never appeared in that area.

However as the guests pondered on what the words could mean, a rift opened within the sky and for a brief instance all the passengers felt a synchronized sense of calm. This calm however remained a brief instance as a second later roaring ferocious monsters came pouring out of the rift. This turned the calm into dread, and as the passengers were being slaughtered, each of them came to the realization of what this writing was counting down to:

THE END OF THE WORLD.