⏝ׅ͡D͟𝗮᭙ꪀ ꪮf T͟𝐡ꫀ A͟𝐛𝐲𝘴𝘴 ᵃᵖᵖˡʸᶠⁱᶜ

౨ৎ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 -
❛"The world ended not with fire or war, but with a heartbeat."

No one knew when it began.
Some said it started when the moon bled red for seven nights. Others said it was the moment the first shadow crawled out of the ground, whispering names it should not have known.

But in the end, it didn't matter.
The sky cracked open, and from those wounds, monsters poured through - twisted beings of bone and despair that devoured cities whole. The oceans turned black. The earth trembled. Humanity screamed.

And then, for the first time in history... something answered.

A surge of power rippled across the planet, awakening humans who carried a flicker of the same energy as the monsters. They rose from the ruins, hands trembling with unfamiliar strength. These were the first Hunters - humanity's last prayer given flesh.

They called that day The First Catastrophe.

Decades later, the world still bleeds.
The portals - now called Dungeons - still tear through reality, and when they overflow, Dungeon Breaks consume entire regions overnight. Governments have collapsed; new guilds and factions rule what's left of the world.

But now, something far darker stirs.
Cults worship the abyss, whispering prophecies of a second Catastrophe.
Hunters vanish without a trace. Monsters evolve.

And somewhere deep inside a sealed dungeon, the heartbeat that once ended the world... begins to echo again.

Welcome to "𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔."
Choose your side - Hunter, Cultist, or Survivor.
Because this time, the apocalypse remembers your name.❜