The Hour of Judgment
The world's clock stopped.
But time continued—like a blade buried deep in flesh.
⏳ 00:00 — The Beginning
After the voice came from the sky, a countdown appeared in the minds of every living being on the planet.
There was no warning. No sign.
The sky simply… shattered.
And the monsters fell.
They weren't dreams. They weren't symbols.
They were real. Made of flesh. Of metal. Of shadow.
They tore through buildings with their claws.
Devoured entire cars.
Hunted humans like pests to be exterminated.
There was no mercy.
⏳ 00:15 — Madness
Cities collapsed. Roads were snapped like brittle bones.
Skyscrapers became vertical tombs.
Powerless men watched their own children die—and lost their minds.
Women witnessed the deaths of their husbands.
Children screamed for help… but none came.
In just fifteen minutes, the planet became a slaughterhouse.
⏳ 00:30 — The Fracture
Then… the Earth trembled.
But it wasn't an earthquake.
It was growth.
Expansion.
The Earth stretched as though it were a living creature awakening from an ancient slumber.
Mountains rose where deserts had once lain.
Oceans swallowed entire cities.
Fragments of other worlds fused with the Earth's crust.
Reality was no longer singular.
⏳ 00:45 — The Silence of the Survivors
More than half of humanity was gone.
No communication.
No rescue.
No hope.
Only the cries of the last survivors…
And the sounds of beasts—ripping, crushing, devouring.
⏳ 01:00 — The Calling
Then, everything stopped.
Everywhere. At once.
The creatures—monsters, beasts, insects, abominations—froze in place.
And then… turned.
Not toward the humans.
But toward something far away.
Something greater.
As if they heard a voice.
And then they began to walk.
In lines. In swarms.
Drawn toward what would later be known as the Wild Realms:
– The Realm of Beasts
– The Realm of Insects
– The Realm of Flesh
– The Realm of the Void
– And countless others yet unborn.
🧠 [Universal System – Global Mental Broadcast]
"The First Catastrophe is over."
"Earth has been marked by blood and chaos."
"The weak have fallen. The strong have endured."
"Evolution has begun."
In the sky—and in the minds of all—appeared a number.
Clear. Radiant. Inevitable.
🕰️ Next Catastrophe in: 30 days 00h 00min 00s
The countdown began.
Ticking backward.
Humanity stared in silence.
One month.
That was all that separated them from the next descent into hell.
⬇️ The Fall of the Tower
And then… the Earth trembled one last time.
But this was no ordinary quake.
It was a divine summons.
A cosmic proclamation.
From the cracked sky… it fell.
The Tower.
Not a structure built by human hands.
But something alive. Vast. Infinite.
The Tower of Chaos.
It fell slowly. Silently.
But the air warped around it—as if the world itself knelt in reverence.
Everyone saw it.
No matter where they were.
Even separated by oceans.
The Tower was there.
As if the space around it no longer obeyed distance.
[Universal System – Tower of Chaos Activated]
"Those who wish to survive, shall enter."
"Those who wish to ascend, shall climb."
"Those who wish to conquer, shall fight."
"The Tower is the Path."
"The Tower is the End."
"The Tower… is the Judgment."
Danilo, still covered in blood and dust, stared at the Tower.
The servant of darkness knelt beside him.
His children were silent.
The sky still burned crimson.
And the world… was unrecognizable.
— "Is this it…?" Leandro asked.
Danilo didn't answer immediately.
The glowing countdown shimmered in the heavens.
Thirty days.
That was all that separated the living… from the next tragedy.
He gripped his sword tightly.
— "It's not the end, my son…"
— "It's only the beginning."