The Singularity Accord

I wasn’t a soldier.

Not a hero.

Just another survivor in the ruins of a world no one saw ending.

Then the sky broke.

Brutal. Silent. Surgical.

They didn’t conquer—they cleansed.

The weak. The slow. The ones who still believed Earth was ours.

I should’ve been next.

But the box changed that.

The myths we buried—gods, monsters, forgotten rulers—they weren’t legends.

They were warnings.

And now they’re waking up.

The asteroid?

Not an asteroid.

It’s a door.

And something’s stepping through.

Dragons once called gods. Beasts carved into temple walls. Names etched in every culture’s nightmares.

They’re not coming back.

They never left.



Note: Evolution is mandatory. Fear is optional. Humanity’s survival probability has dropped below 4%.

Let’s try to fix that.