The supercar was gliding between the beam and the shadow with an arrogant calm. Inside the back seat Adam sat silently, moved only by his cold breath — no sadness, no jubilation, no human-like thoughts. Four months. That's all that remains until the world officially begins to burn.
Adam did not think to save anyone. He saw in the evanhart family only one more resource that could be exploited. In his head are plans... no emotions.
– "Big disaster,bigger chances ."He whispered, running his cold finger over the bench.
Adam was not a hero, nor did he want to squander his energy on moral justifications. He wanted to become a force; access routes didn't matter... whether through blood, resources, or even family. The important thing is that the goal is one.
And people are always more precious than resources... especially those who have not yet paid for what they have done.
Yukon-evanhart
The eldest elder of the ivanhart family.
They nicknamed him" the king of fists"," the Golden Lion"," The Maniac of battles"and" the owner of the benches " ... but the nickname that everyone feared was one that is not discussed: one of the eleven cataclysms.
The name is not pronounced in vain. The title is held only by the eleven strongest awakeners in the world, each of them is equivalent to the weight of a continent. They are the last wall of humanity when the monsters descend, and their presence alone prevents mass destruction.
And yet... how can a person of this size die How does the "Golden Lion" come out dead as the transients are killed?"
The official answer was simple: bad luck.
But Adam knew that Luck does not kill disasters. No one believes that the Yukon ended only with the explosion of a passing gate.
Adam was thinking about how the cracks of chaos could arise.
Places full of nightmares…
Monsters whose skin breaks like glass, and under the fragments flesh emerges from a fire.
There are also towers of monsters…
The tower kept rising until it swallowed up the sky, seeing no end to it.
And ancient cemeteries…
Legends are passed down by people, but Adam knows that they are true. All the faces of ruin that this world breathes: cracks, towers, ancient tombs... open scars that do not heal. It is enough to approach her for a moment to swallow you forever.
The luck of the Yukon was... the worst.
He entered with a group of awakeners to clear a crack from the SSS rank. A dangerous task, but possible. The presence of three awakeners of this rank is enough to close it. But the eleven catastrophes are not just awake... each of them is equivalent to an entire army.
And the surprise was not in the monsters that came out of the crevice…
It's about the appearance of another monster from the eleven cataclysms.
Such a collision no one imagined. It's like a planet colliding with a star in space.
But what bothered Adam wasn't the appearance itself... it was the timing.
Why exactly then
Even in his first time, no one dared to think about facing the eleven disasters. Just the thought was suicide. Each of them is capable of exterminating an entire nation.
But Yukon... did not run away.
Stand alone in front of a monster that has the power to erase humanity from existence.
He chose to fight.
He chose madness.
And with a miracle-like power... he managed to kill him.
But miracles do not come without a price.
The price was his life... and the life of his family.
So the "Golden Lion" fell, and his legend caught on with his blood.
Adam slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was cold, and on his lips a cruel smile was painted.
- "Yukon... damn it, how did you manage to kill a disaster like that?""
In his eyes it was not admiration... but a mixture of cynicism and greed.
It is as if he sees before him the old illusion, the man who faced the impossible and then collapsed under it.