The year 2075 did not end with a celebration. It ended with the sound of a world being torn apart by its own oceans.
Before the chaos, humanity believed they were the masters of the blue planet. We mapped the stars, split the atom, and conquered the highest peaks. But we had forgotten one thing: the abyss, the endless space and vibrating pulse of other races living in it. It began in the silence of the Mariana Trench—a rhythmic, pulsing vibration that bypassed every sonar system on the planet. It wasn't an earthquake. It was a heartbeat.
Within thirty days, the 'Unidentified' breached the surface. They were leviathans of nightmare—creatures of cold light scales and jagged bone, some the size of small islands. When the first US Navy Destroyer was snapped in half like a dry twig off the coast of Japan, the footage was suppressed for six hours. By the seventh hour, there were no more destroyers left to defend the Pacific.
But the sea was merely the first front.
As the sea beasts advanced, a strange, primal resonance swept across the land. It was as if the Earth itself had hit a reset button. In the Great Savannahs, the deep Amazon jungle and other big or small jungles, animals didn't just go into a rampage; they evolved. Dogs turned on their masters with eyes glowing with a terrifying intelligence. Predators grew to three times their natural size, their hides thickening until they were immune to standard ballistic rounds.
"General Vance, the San Francisco perimeter is gone," an officer reported, his voice trembling as he watched a monitor showing a creature walking through a wall of 50-caliber fire as if it were a light mist. "Small arms are useless. Even our thermobarics are just... feeding them."
The General looked at the map. Humanity was being pushed into the centers of the continents, cornered like rats. "Then we use the Trump Card," he whispered, his hand hovering over the red seal. "If we cannot have the land, the monsters shall have nothing but ash."
It was the greatest mistake in the history of our species.
The nuclear strikes were beautiful for a fleeting second—blooming mushrooms of fire that promised an end to the nightmare. But the radiation did not kill the beasts. It acted like a catalyst, a forbidden fuel. As the fallout settled, the dying animals didn't stay dead. Their flesh rotted, their eyes turned a milky, spectral white, and they rose again with a hunger that defied biology. They were the Undead—immortal, radioactive, and unstoppable, like they were evolving every second in every situation.
And then, just as we thought the Earth had finished its execution of mankind, the sky turned black.
It wasn't a cloud. It was metal. A ship the size of a city descended from the atmosphere, silent as a grave. Before a single human could fire a missile, the satellites went dark. The internet, the GPS, the communication arrays—everything humanity used to talk to itself was cut off in a heartbeat.
From the cockpit of that star-fallen shadow, a message was broadcast not into our radios, but directly into our minds. It was a cold, vibrating hum that translated into a single, terrifying command:
"SURRENDER. YOUR CIVILIZATION IS NOW PROPERTY OF OUR GREAT EMPIRE. "
Humans surrendered!
The surrender was not to the aliens but situation, humams decided to ally with those beasts who were trampling them, but with a transformation. For twenty-five years, the world learned to breathe under the weight of the Beast-Human Pact.
It was a pact made by human and rampaging beasts to deal with alien forces; For their freedom and future of humanity,humans and beasts signed up a pact that the humans will help beasts to destroy the spaceship by sending them into space.
Everything goes according to plan and it was a success for everyone, but they soon figured out that the ship that almost destroyed them was merely a scout ship of their galaxy.They agreed to maintain the pact so that they can fight toe to toe with their enemy.
As time was consumed everyone discovered that the primal power of animals can be used by humans too through a ritual called soul pact.
The technology of man merged with the primal power of the earth to repel the invaders, yet that victory came with a steep price. In the new world order, strength was the only currency, and those without it—the unpacted humans—found themselves at the bottom of a new, ruthless hierarchy.