Shadow of The Swarm

The city did not fall in a single night. It died slowly— beneath burning skies, beneath steel and ash, beneath the weight of endless shadows. They came without mercy. Without reason. Without fear. And still, humanity stood. Not because victory was certain. Not because hope remained. But because surrender was never written into our blood. Tonight, the fires still burn. The swarm still waits beyond the darkness. And somewhere in the ruins, something ancient has opened its eyes. This is not the end. This is only the beginning.