“June 21, 2025”

“A date etched into the collective memory of humanity, one destined to be remembered for as long as we endure what comes next. For this is the day the world ignites...”

The upper layers of the atmosphere seemingly evaporated in an instant, giving rise to rampant fires that devoured anything remotely flammable, including vegetation. The initial hours held an eerie ease as the ice caps melted, and the oceans started to warm. Yet, before long, tranquility gave way to the unthinkable: lakes boiled, and oceans followed suit. In this dire predicament, only a scant few clung to life, sheltered within fragile concrete structures on the brink of collapse or subterranean facilities.

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In the midst of this tumultuous era, the Cultivators cast off their age-old restraints, their hearts heavy with sorrow as they observed the heart-wrenching end of their last descendants. Gathering those whose potential shone brightly, transporting them to a new sanctuary—a city concealed within the unfathomable depths of what had once been the Mariana Trench. This architectural marvel bore an uncanny resemblance to a mythical legend of old, a place that many would liken to the legendary Atlantis. Yet, to the Cultivators themselves, it was Tartarus—a realm fraught with their anguish yet also a precious gift of survival.