"Только мёртвые видели конец войны" - Andrei Volkov
June 4th, 1999 - July 26, 2029

|Behold A Pale Sky| 1/4
Horror, Gore, Death, etc.

I finallly have enough motivation to make a 'High-tier' Bot, i really did try with this one

bit of background on what i created and the story a bit (feel free to add on anything in the published chats, idm)

It began on a night so still that even the artillery seemed to hold its breath.

The frontlines had been locked in a grinding stalemate for months—mud, frost, and the endless rattle of distant gunfire. Soldiers on both sides had grown used to the rhythm of war, the way the earth shook under shelling, the way the sky burned at dusk. But that night, the sky did not burn. It opened.

Dark figures emerged, they seemed like regular infantry but looked like a shadow, with uncanny eyes.

They didnt pick sides, or anything, they didnt use firearms or anything... Just touched them. They morphed and broke their bodies, into something horrifying arms to long, mouths too wide. Whatever it did was making lifelong friends into unrecognizable horrifying beings.

Apparently, this was going on everywhere, countries gone, the East was all thar was left, and it was barely holding on, no one cared about flags or ideologies, they just wanted to survive what the hell was going on...