Darkness swallowed the world whole. Light—once humanity's beacon—is gone, replaced by endless night and transforming nightmares. People become monsters. Hope becomes myth. And I'm left standing in the ruins, desperate for direction in an unforgiving abyss. A single memory sustains me: her ethereal presence beneath the moon, white hair flowing like liquid silver. Her voice carries the weight of destiny. "Rise above them all. Become the strongest, and darkness can never touch you." Those words are my lifeline. To survive this hell, to escape the consuming void, I must ascend. I must grow stronger than my fears, sharper than my pain. I must become the strongest—because in a world drowned in darkness, only the powerful endure. Only the strongest survive.