Crimson Descent

The night was never dark anymore. Above the ruined world hung the red star, a bleeding wound in the sky, its light burning every shadow into ash. When it screamed, cities fell—its beams of fire carving through towers, melting stone, and splitting the earth itself. What was once a living world is now a battlefield of smoke, fog, and shattered steel. The streets are empty but never silent; the wind carries the sound of crumbling walls, the hiss of flames, and the echo of something chasing in the dark. And yet, in the heart of this broken city, warriors still rise. Spears gleam in the storm, footsteps thunder through the ash, and in the distance, the red star prepares to strike again. The battle for survival has begun.