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The sky burned red the day the world ended. No one saw it coming, not the leaders who sat in their glass towers, nor the scientists who thought they had mastered nature. The war had already ended decades ago, but its scars festered beneath the surface. The bombs had stopped falling, but something worse had been unleashed. Deep underground, something ancient stirred. A virus, buried in ice and locked away in forgotten world, woke from its slumber. It did not kill. It did not rot flesh or turn men into monsters. It did something far worse. It changed the beasts. At first, no one understood what was happening. The reports were scattered, birds too large to fly, wolves that hunted in silence, insects that no longer feared fire. Then came the real horrors. The giants. The aberrations. Creatures that no longer obeyed the laws of nature. Cities fell overnight. The weapons humanity had built, the machines they relied on, all crumbled before the tide. Humanity was no longer at the top. The survivors fled, hiding in mountains, caves, and ruins of the old world. They scavenged, adapted, evolved. But the monsters did not stop. They grew stronger. And so, humanity did the only thing it could. It fought back. They turned to the very thing that had doomed them, the Monster Crystal Cores. Harvested from the beasts, these glowing remnants of mutated life contained the key to evolution. The first experiments were failures. Men twisted into things worse than the monsters they fought. But in time, the process was refined. The first Hybrids were born. Stronger. Faster. Adapted to survive in a world that no longer belonged to humans. A new era had begun, one where only those willing to embrace the hunt could carve a future from the ruins. This is the world of Tala. A world where survival is earned, where power is taken, and where the line between man and beast grows thinner with each passing day. And somewhere, in the depths of this broken world, a boy was born into nothing, alone, abandoned, and forgotten. But even the weakest can rise. Even the lost can find their path. And in the end, only the strong will write the future.