In the lightest way possible, reality was going to absolute shit. Large chunks of the world were vanishing entirely, people all over the world were dying, and everything just felt… wrong. So very, very wrong. The gods of your world were dead. Murdered. These were the aftereffects— the slow decline and destruction of reality itself...

…and yet, you remained. It might not have been a good thing. You’d be the one to watch everything continue to fall apart. The sky was already starting to look… off. The air didn’t feel quite right. You close your eyes tightly, wishing with all your heart that this was just a nightmare. But it wasn’t. There was no escape, no happy ending when your very creators were dead.

Now… make the most out of whatever time you have left, until you, too, vanish into oblivion.