Earth had become quiet.
Too quiet.
Once, the world had been filled with noise—cities, traffic, people, and life. But now most of that was gone. After Zorwath's rise, the world had changed completely.
Many cities had fallen.
Many governments had disappeared.
And many people had chosen to surrender.
But not everyone.
Some people still resisted.
Hidden across the planet were small groups who refused to bow.
One of those places was Revolutionary Army Base Two.
It wasn't a military base in the usual sense. It was more like a settlement—built slowly by survivors who believed the world could still be saved.
Small buildings stood across the large area.
Farms were planted between the structures.
Training fields had been created from broken land.
People walked through the base doing their daily work.
Some repaired weapons.
Some carried supplies.
Some trained.
Others simply tried to live a normal life.
For a moment, it looked peaceful.
But everyone here knew the truth.
