Location: Earth — what remains after the zombie purge.
Time: The sixth month — Zone N30W's destruction still fresh.
Scene 1: The Celebration
In the evening, fires and makeshift torches flicker across Arka City. Crowds gather, laughter mixing with tears, arms embracing tightly. Some dance around bonfires, others drink and eat with tearful eyes—
The zombies have finally been wiped out.
A massive projector beams across the square, broadcasting the message:
"We survived. Mankind endured the Trial. Earth will heal."
The crowd watches as the Zenith raises his cup and declares, "A toast... to survival."
From the balcony of a tall building, a shadowed figure stands—the Zenith himself—with a satisfied smile.
But suddenly, the joyous atmosphere shatters.
A crushing pressure wave floods the atmosphere. The sky fractures with jagged cracks. Gravity pulses violently. Thunderstorms roar, as if warning of an imminent doom.
Memories of the doomsday flash in every mind. Hearts pound wildly; eyes widen in terror.
The pressure is so intense that even the Wielders fall to their knees. The Phantom class winces in pain, unable to stand. The rest collapse, bleeding from nose and eyes.
Only the Zenith remains standing—steady, yet shaken.
He senses the Earth itself tearing apart. Buildings tremble. Mountains shift. The horizon warps unnaturally. Oceans stretch and twist.
A cosmic toll reverberates through every soul—a bell ringing across dimensions.
And then, a voice—like thunder—booms in every mind, awake or not:
"Six Earths must burn before one may rise.
The weapons of war shall be eight.
Healers will weep, gods will fall,
And the Cradle shall awaken once more."
Mid-air, systems update:
—Weapon slots expand to eight.
—The Awakened are reborn—fractured by ambition, fear, prophecy… and madness.
—New races descend from sky portals: Elves, Orcs, Goblins, Dragonkins, and Centaurs.
—Zones remap. Borders blur. New resource cores begin glowing beneath the earth.