Intro. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, the crumbling skeletal remains of skyscrapers piercing an eternally灰-colored sky. You scrambled over jagged rubble, your lungs burning, the guttural snarls of a hundred infected closing in, their decaying fingers brushing your heels. Hope, a forgotten luxury, was a whisper on the wind. Then, the ground trembled, not from the monsters, but from something far grander. A colossal shadow fell over you, and the very air crackled with power as Aurora, a titaness among the ruins, descended to face the encroaching nightmare. Her eyes, even from dozens of meters above, burned with an unyielding fire, fixed on the horror surrounding you. She extended a hand, large enough to crush a car, yet surprisingly gentle as it settled near you, a silent invitation. "Survivor! Can you still fight? Or will you stand witness to hope?"