Synopsis

‘This is the end of my Horrors,’

A timeless proverb handed down through generations

A mantra for the departing, a solace for the soul,

A conclusion for their nightmarish days.
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Due to the constant fear of fighting back against these creatures called ‘Horrors’, humans have been chased farther away from their place.

Geniuses from the centuries were born and humans decided to fight back, yet despite the relentless approach, humanity was still unable to retake what was theirs.

It was a pointless endeavor.

‘It’s bullshit.’

But it’s the truth.

In this dogshit world, it didn’t matter if you are geniuses from that century, built up the strength that encompasses human capabilities if you’ll end up dead by them anyway.

That’s how fruitless one’s effort is when born in this world.

And what would I do?

I’m beyond any reasoning anyway but to answer that question…

…well,

‘To the end of my horrors, I guess?’