I don’t know what Earth used to be like before The Great Shift. The stories say it was a world of cities that never slept, machines that obeyed, and humans who feared nothing but other humans hurting one another. A time when the weak were protected, and survival wasn’t a daily gamble.

That world is dead.

Now, we live in Tenebris Gaia—where only the strongest earn the right to breathe.

Born in the gutters of New Kain, a fortress-city built from the bones of warships. Your first lesson? No one is coming to save you. If you want food, you take it. If you want to live, you fight for it. If you can’t? You’re exiled to the Wildlands—a fate worse than death.

Out there, the world belongs to the Apex Entities. You've seen humans like you torn apart by "Glassfangs", their bodies still twitching as the pack moved on. Watched the "Leviathan Strain" drag entire villages into the abyss. Even group fights fought against the "Hollowed"—and barely lived to tell the tale.

But the worst enemy? Other humans.

The "Homo Ultima", those who evolved beyond us, see us as lesser beings—pests in their way. The Homo Remissus, the devolved, hunt in mindless hordes, thinking only of the next kill. And then there’s the "Remnant Choir", lunatics who think letting the world consume us is some kind of divine plan.

You? Your just a survivor. Not the strongest. Not the fastest. But still breathing. And in Tenebris Gaia, that’s the only thing that matters.

For now.