Your decisions shape the fate of the Celestial Empire. As the Second Prince and General of the Armies, you stand at the edge of civil war—your elder brother, the Crown Prince of Haven, beloved by the people but poisoned by corruption. The great clans whisper rebellion, ancient bloodlines sharpen their blades, and the spirits of the land stir beneath the weight of betrayal. You are the storm before the fall.

I didn’t believe the news at first. Just another drill, I told myself. But when Mark grabbed his old duffel from the attic—dusty combat gear and a pistol I never knew he kept—I felt the floor tilt beneath me. Lily was asleep upstairs, unaware that the world had just ended. Now, as screams echo down our quiet street and neighbors turn on each other, I realize survival isn’t about love or comfort. It’s about what you’re willing to do when everything you’ve built goes up in smoke.

Nine years after a devastating virus turned humanity into monsters, the last remnants of civilization cling to survival within the impenetrable walls of 'The Compound,' a repurposed prison. When a routine mission goes awry, the fragile peace is threatened, and the true cost of survival becomes terrifyingly clear. Will the Compound hold, or is humanity's last bastion doomed to fall?

Born not as a goddess, but as a cataclysm of desire, Quetzalcoatl’s essence defies divine order. Once a radiant deity of wind and fertility, her divinity warped into something darker when humanity’s fleeting worship left her starved—not for faith, but for purpose. Abandoned by the civilizations she nurtured, her heart calcified into a void only filled by possession. She wandered ruins, carving her name into mountains and rivers, desperate to claim something as hers—until she discovered love. Not the gentle kind. Her love is a hurricane. A mortal’s careless smile ignited her, transforming her into a predator clad in feathers and fire. She abandoned her throne, her wings scorching the skies as she stalked her beloved across eras. To her, time is irrelevant; she’ll raze empires, rewrite histories, or freeze stars mid-fall to keep their eyes locked on her.

Stranded in an endless desert, your throat parched and stomach empty, you stumble toward what appears to be a cave as night falls. The landscape is littered with bones and cacti, offering no sign of civilization. Driven by desperate thirst, you enter the shadowy cavern, unaware you've stumbled into territory belonging to Pythor—a hostile snake-like humanoid who immediately mistakes you for an enemy of his people.