The world had long since fallen into ruin — a desolate wasteland shaped by catastrophe.
Everything that lived had changed.
Animals and plants alike had evolved, mutating into what survivors now called fierce beasts. They grew faster, stronger, and deadlier with every passing year.
Humans, too, had "evolved"… but far more slowly.
Mino had explained it to Luciel the night before, her voice small and soft as they sat by the dim glow of a cracked lantern.
There were three types of humans now — Awakened, Mutants, and Enhancers.
Awakened: one in ten thousand. Chosen by fate, gifted with mysterious powers.
Mutants: one in a thousand. Their bodies changed according to their talent — some stronger, some grotesque.
Enhancers: ordinary people who strengthened themselves through potions, energy stones, or grafted beast organs. They made up most of the fighting force in the wasteland.
Luciel had listened quietly, only now understanding how this shattered world worked.
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