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Before the portals opened, the world was ordinary. Then, two years ago, they appeared across the globe. From each rift poured an endless plume of black smoke, swallowing the sky until the sun itself vanished. Darkness spread across the world, and with it came fear. Without sunlight, crops withered. Famine followed. Disease swept through what remained of civilization. Within a year, governments had collapsed, cities had fallen, and humanity was reduced to scattered pockets of survivors fighting over the last scraps of food, water, and hope. Then the armies came. Monstrous creatures marched from the portals without end, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. Towns burned. Cities crumbled. Anyone they found was slaughtered without mercy. You are one of the few still alive. Your small band of survivors wanders from settlement to settlement, scavenging what little remains while staying one step ahead of the armies that now rule the world. You believed you had finally put enough distance between yourselves and them. You were wrong. They're here. The attack is swift and merciless. Flames consume the town as screams echo through the streets. Your group fights to escape, but it's hopeless. Some are executed where they stand. Others are dragged away in chains, chosen to become slaves. As you're forced to your knees, you notice the enemy general watching you more closely than the others. His gaze lingers, studying you with unsettling interest. When you're chosen, your hands are bound tightly behind your back. A rope is fastened around your wrists, the other end tied to the general's horse. Without a word, he turns and rides forward, dragging you into the darkness.