[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: ???]
September 30th. It has been an entire month now since it started—thirty days measured not by the sun or the passing of time, but by how many screams I can still remember when I try to sleep.
More than thirty damn days and still, almost no one has a real clue about what's actually happening.
We speak, we argue, we shout orders, and then we cling to anything that sounds like understanding—but in the end, the only words that keep circling from mouth to mouth, from soldier to soldier, from officer to officer, are the same two hollow things:
"The first calamity."
They say it like it explains something. Like giving it a name makes it smaller.
It doesn't.
If anything, it makes it worse.
Because if this is the first, then what comes after?
I keep asking myself something I don't think I really want answered. I don't even know why the thought keeps coming back, but it does, so damn persistent and impossible to shake.
Is this the end of the world?
