The world had already forgotten how to breathe. The sky was a distant memory, obscured by layers of ash and dust that clogged the air. Cities, once pulsing with life, now lay in ruins—silent monuments to human ambition and hubris. Resources, once plentiful, were scarce and fought over like the most precious of treasures. In this broken world, survival was not just a matter of scarcity—it was the only law. And yet, even amidst the ashes, the flickering embers of hope refused to die.
Eli knew this world was dying. He had felt it long before the others—the moment he understood that the fight wasn’t just for land or power or water—it was a fight against something much deeper. The primal urge to survive. The insatiable thirst for dominance. The cruelty that, in its hunger, would consume even its own.
But Eli’s war wasn’t just against the remnants of civilization or the brutal forces of nature—it was against himself. Against the dreams he once carried, the ideals he once believed in. The world had changed, but the question remained: Could he change with it?