New Era 2064 was destined to be chaotic and tumultuous from the start.
War, like a hellish firework drenched in blood in the vast universe. It is brilliant and captivating. At the beginning of 2064, it finally fully blossomed, spreading its blood-red petals and tendrils all around, gradually shining dazzlingly, unbearably bright.
Humanity's interstellar map had long been engulfed in a sea of fire. Cities reduced to ashes, skyscrapers turned into collapsed ruins, hundreds of billions of people displaced and homeless.
The suffering, at the moment of national calamity, was beyond words.
Some died in despair. Others survived in growing desperation, clutching hopes as thin as grains of sand, watching them slip through their fingers bit by bit.
They hid in the rubble-like cities, or drifted in the deathly silent cosmos.
They were waiting.
