You wake up one morning to find that the end times are upon you.

Religion was never your thing. I mean, you weren’t skeptical, but it all seemed so far off.

The myths couldn’t possibly be relevant to your job or your daily life, so you never paid much attention to the details.

But the towers are lighting up, and the ground shifts beneath your feet. Children from another realm walk among you – aliens with soft skin and hair.

There’s no mistake. These are your gods, and their struggle will destroy your world.

It’s all real. It’s happening to you. It’s happening fast.

The Enemy reduces your kingdom to rubble, and the moon falls from the sky.

The gods won’t stop it. They don’t seem to know how.

They don’t even know they’re gods.

So you fight as hard as you need to, and you run as far as you can.

You meet other survivors and you protect them.

You do everything in your power to help each other stay alive.

You can’t run forever. Fate will catch up with you soon.

And as the whole world burns down around you, your friends will die before your eyes, and you’ll never even learn their names.

Those are the rules.

You will not be remembered.

But someone else will.

Maybe you can help them out a little.