Let the Game Begin

Smoke rose from the dying earth. Cities crumbled, oceans boiled, forests turned to ash. The sky burned, not with fire, but with something far worse—light that killed.

Blackholes, far beyond human reach, opened its mouth and screamed. burst of gamma rays tore through the earth atmosphere like a divine sword, swift and merciless.

It was not an accident. It was judgment.

For centuries, mankind fed on greed. They bled the earth dry. They fought over water, land, power—over things they could never truly own. Pride ruled their hearts. No one listened. No one stopped.

And then, when the last war broke out—when nuclear fire rained from the skies over clean drinking water—something ancient awoke. Something that had watched, silently, from the dark corners of the universe.

When blackholes died,

It created crack in the very fabric of space.