The sky was completely black. Not even the sun could shine through it. It was as if a never-ending night had arrived in the world.

“Oh, God, our Heavenly Father, please watch over us.”

The terrified people didn’t dare think about leaving their houses and only cried out for God. 

But no matter how much they prayed, the black smoke did not go away. Instead, the darkness only became darker as time went on. 

Perhaps they became mad because of the strange weather, but livestock attacked their owners and wild animals descended and devastated the villages. 

Many died, and as terrified as they were, the people buried their neighbors deep under the ground. But the painstakingly made grave was dug up in a matter of days.

The grave was not dug from outside in, but rather, from inside out. The undead woke up and broke out of the graves. 

Guuuuuh.

The undead returned to their villages and feasted on the blood and flesh of their neighbors. Such disasters took place wherever the black smoke reached and the Temple at the center of it all.

The sun disappeared and the beasts went wild. The undead rose and lusted for the blood of the living. The living suffered from nightmares and insanity. 

But all of this was just a forewarning. 

This wasn’t the first time such a harbinger had appeared in the world. This was exactly what it had looked...