Some say humans named the world Kairos after an ancient god of perfection. Perhaps this was a cruel joke, or perhaps that god cursed the planet for attempting to steal its glory; either way, the world has fallen far from the ideal.
Humanity hides in its cities as demons batter against the doors. Mud-folk offer sacrifice to the shadows in the hope that they will be spared. Reptiles breed at a tremendous rate, hoping that some will survive long enough to spawn a new generation. Only through such means can life hope to escape the rot in the world. The rot that pulls the dead from their graves to devour the living. The rot that sees mud and rock take the mocking forms of humanity. The rot that lets plants drag down their prey with ravenous thorns. The rot of the Abyss of the Void.
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