The world had ended.
Not slowly. Not quietly. The cities that had once thrummed with life—Miami, Tokyo, Paris, New York—were now a symphony of ruin. Fires clawed at the sky, smoke drifting like black rivers across continents. The Death Crawlers, countless and evolving, poured from underground fissures and sewers, clawing through streets, trains, subways, skyscrapers, and parks alike. Their mandibles clicked, their limbs writhed, and their glistening black bodies left trails of viscous ichor on everything they touched.
Above it all, the moon pulsed. No longer a distant satellite, it had become a living, conscious predator. Its glow was no longer soothing; it was judgment, hunger, a heartbeat that could be felt in the chest of every living human. Every pulse fed its army. Every flicker sent shivers of terror across the globe.
And Briar Sinkaf was beginning to understand his place in this nightmare.
—BEGINNING OF THE END:
Briar stood on the highest rooftop remaining in Miami, looking down at streets that had become rivers of fire and blood. He had spent the last days mastering his silver energy. At first, it had been chaotic—blinding arcs of light lancing uncontrollably, unintentionally killing both humans and creatures. But now, he could extend it with precision, creating shields, projecting force, even ripping apart Death Crawlers from within.
The surviving humans below cheered as he lifted debris blocking their path, clearing a narrow route through a horde that had been encroaching for hours. Every push of his energy tore apart creature after creature, and yet, every time one fell, three more surged forward. The Death Crawlers adapted quickly. They learned, just as Taya had intended.
Above, he felt it—the faint, cold awareness of his sister. She was watching. She always was. Her tendrils of influence stretched far beyond Miami, a network of unseen eyes, hidden forces, underground currents of monsters she controlled. She didn't need to appear; she only needed to whisper through the earth, through the blood of her creations.
Briar exhaled. He could feel the moon's pulse in him now, in sync with his own heartbeat. Every surge of energy from above seemed to call to him, testing him, measuring him.
"They're everywhere," Danny said, running beside him, face streaked with soot and sweat. "There's no end to them!"
"There's always a way," Briar muttered. He lifted a hand, sending a ripple of silver light across the street. Several Death Crawlers froze mid-attack, convulsing violently before collapsing. "We just have to be smarter. Move faster. Fight smarter."
—TOKYO A NEW FRONT:
Meanwhile, half a world away, Tokyo burned. Skyscrapers were hollowed-out shells, their windows shattered, fires roaring from the inside. Streets were crisscrossed with electrical wires, cars crushed into piles, the smell of ozone and burning plastic suffocating.
Briar's power wasn't confined to Miami. Every time he drew deep on the lunar energy coursing through him, he could feel hotspots across the globe—the pulse of Taya's army, the flow of the Death Crawlers, the desperate fear of humans trying to survive.
He closed his eyes and let his senses expand. In Tokyo, a small group of survivors had barricaded themselves in the Shinjuku district. He felt their fear, their hope, and their need. Silver arcs leapt from his fingertips across the ocean like living threads, guiding the energy toward them.
Buildings erupted in light as Death Crawlers tried to storm the barricade. Briar's energy moved invisibly, shattering limbs, tearing open tunnels, and creating temporary walls of force that allowed survivors to escape. For the first time, humanity in Tokyo experienced a small measure of hope.
And somewhere beneath the city, Taya's forces slithered, unseen, shaping the battlefield. She allowed the humans to fight for scraps of survival—it amused her to see them claw at victory like insects.
—PARIS SHADOWS OVER THE SEINE:
In Paris, the Eiffel Tower's latticework was silhouetted against a burning sky. Death Crawlers crawled along the Seine, sliding through waters that had turned black and viscous. Human militias, soldiers from France and surrounding countries, fired indiscriminately. Mortars and automatic rifles tore chunks from crawling abominations, but even with firepower, the creatures advanced relentlessly.
Briar's energy reached across the Atlantic. He could feel the tension of battle, the panic, the surge of hope and desperation. With concentration, he sent a wave of force through the moon's connection, disrupting the creatures' coordination for a moment. The humans noticed the gap and pressed the advantage, pushing the crawlers back into the water.
Everywhere he extended his energy, humans learned to fight. They realized he was a symbol, a beacon, a force tied directly to the survival of their race. And Briar learned something terrifying: the more he used his energy, the more he drew Taya's attention.
—NEW YORK HUMANITY's STAND:
New York was chaos incarnate. Central Park had become a nest for hundreds of Death Crawlers. The streets of Manhattan were rivers of smoke and fire, and skyscrapers had fallen into one another, forming twisted mazes. Survivors used rooftops, scaffolding, and subway tunnels to maneuver.
Briar arrived, traveling in a patchwork of vehicles, trains, and when necessary, on foot. Every city he reached, every hotspot he entered, his powers grew. He could now extend his silver light across entire blocks, manipulating the battlefield like a conductor guiding an orchestra of chaos.
Humans rallied. They built barricades, traps, and improvised artillery. They followed Briar's guidance, drawn to him like a lodestar. And for the first time, humanity was not merely surviving—it was fighting back.
—Taya's Strategic Manipulation:
Beneath each of these cities, Taya watched. Her underground empire spanned continents now. The Death Crawlers obeyed her instinctively. She whispered commands through the tunnels, sending armies to precise locations, allowing some humans victories only to observe their celebrations before crushing them again.
Her eyes flickered with twin moons of silver. She had become a strategist, a queen of unseen wars. Briar's interference annoyed her, but she allowed him to act—testing him, shaping him, preparing him for the inevitable confrontation.
"They grow stronger… but so does he," she murmured. "Soon, the world will be ready for the final play."
—The Battle Escalates:
The skies darkened as night fell. The moon's pulse grew stronger, affecting creatures worldwide. Death Crawlers moved in waves, coordinated, relentless. Cities became arenas. Briar directed humans to defend key positions, collapse buildings to funnel enemies, and create temporary safe zones.
The first full-scale battle took place in Manhattan. Survivors used every resource at their disposal—trains, vehicles, molotov cocktails, explosives. Briar's energy carved corridors through the horde, shielding civilians and allies. Death Crawlers adapted quickly, but Briar anticipated their movements, predicting attacks instinctively.
Buildings crumbled around him, glass shattering in the silver glow of his power. A skyscraper's facade collapsed, and he extended a shield just in time, stopping it from crushing civilians.
Every pulse he emitted sent shockwaves, knocking creatures back, ripping through the underground tunnels. Humans followed his guidance, forming counterattacks that pushed back the tides. For the first time globally, humans were holding their own.
—-THE MOONS REVELATION:
Amidst the battle, Briar realized the horrifying truth: the moon itself was alive. Every pulse of energy, every surge that strengthened his power or the Death Crawlers, originated there. It wasn't just a satellite—it was a sentient predator, orchestrating the apocalypse, testing both humans and Taya's army.
He could feel its awareness probing his mind, measuring his potential. It wasn't malevolent in the human sense; it was a force of cosmic judgment. It had birthed Taya as its queen and now measured him as the king of resistance.
Understanding that he could not fight it directly, Briar focused on controlling the energy within himself and directing humanity. He became a nexus, a living bridge between the moon's pulse, Taya's underground horde, and the scattered remnants of human civilization.
—THE CLIMAX:
The battle reached a fever pitch in New York. Survivors and Death Crawlers clashed in a storm of fire, metal, and silver energy. Briar moved like lightning across rooftops, tearing through creatures, shielding humans, guiding artillery fire.
Taya's underground army surged unexpectedly, forcing humans to retreat strategically. Briar adapted instantly, using the silver energy to redirect both humans and creatures, creating a delicate balance of offense and defense.
For hours, the city became a living chessboard. Every building destroyed, every corpse, every pulse of silver energy shaped the battlefield. The humans' hope clashed violently with Taya's unseen hand, and the moon above pulsed like a living heart, orchestrating the cosmic conflict.
By the dawn of the next day, the battle ended—not with total victory, but with understanding. Humanity had survived the first coordinated strike. Cities were devastated, billions dead, but survivors had learned they could fight. And Briar had learned he could not do it alone—he needed humanity as much as they needed him.
—EPILOGUE THE WORLD CHANGED:
Briar stood atop a crumbling skyscraper, overlooking Manhattan. Smoke rose like rivers, fire licked at the horizon, and the moans of creatures echoed from below. He looked to the moon, now glowing unnaturally bright, alive, aware.
"We've survived," he said quietly. "But the war… is just beginning."
Below, humanity rallied, inspired by Briar's victories. Across continents, survivors coordinated, armed, and trained. They were no longer scattered, terrified fragments. They were a fledgling counterattack.
And somewhere beneath the earth, Taya smiled, watching her brother become a symbol, preparing for the day their final confrontation would come.
The moon pulsed. The world shuddered. Humanity, monsters, and silver light—all were threads in the tapestry of a war that had only just begun.
THERE WELL BE FOUR MORE CHAPTERS AND 5 VOLUMES OF THE PAST EXPLAINING THE HISTORY OF THE SINKAF.
TO BE CONTINUED…..