prologue: age is 2400 ad, world is f*ckup after ww3 and ww4. now earth is altered both politically and organically ,

Mordred paused, his gaze scanning the desolate cityscape. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, casting an ethereal glow on his fair skin. "Another day in paradise," he muttered, the words laced with bitter irony. His voice, deep and raspy, carried a hint of weariness. "You got a smoke?"