That day

Many accounts were taken, but most of them were lost when the main cities fell. Based on the few testimonies that remained, the first cities to fall were on the coast. Completely unprepared and vulnerable to the onslaught of those beasts that one day came from the depths of the sea. They never stood a chance against the new world that suddenly arrived.

Many efforts have been made to describe them but few things are consistent through all accounts. Victims have agreed that they all wear consistent clothing, marine blue tattered vests and pants that loosely adjust to their varied anatomy. Some of them have been described to be ten meters tall, but others are as small as a kid would be. In general, the only thing they all agreed on is that once a blue vest appears in a city, it is only a matter of time for it to succumb to the beasts.

Humanity has many heroes, and they all rose to the task of protecting their homelands against those monsters that they now rumoured were the invaders that time and time again showed up through history. After all, it couldn’t have been a coincidence that most great empires created by man fell due to an unnamed and unrecorded army that came from the sea, could it?

But just like now, those nations once had their own heroes too, proving that no might and no God could truly aspire to combat the beasts once they set their sights on something. But why is it that, unlike all other invasions, they didn’t attack a sole nation or stopped after the coastal empires fell? Why is it that most of half the world has now been bathed in the black rot that always gets left behind after the beasts take control of the land?

Failure was inevitable, but hope seemed to not be lost for humankind. After the shock and the surprise factor they once had disappeared, some territories could be recovered from the beasts in the following years to the first attack. The mighty hero blessed by the God of the sea was the vanguard of the reconquest, but at the same time, his eventual failure marked the true start of the new era for humankind.

What humanity depended on their Gods for, the beasts seemed to have in spades. The secrets of magic were not lost on them, and the oceans were not always the territory of the God of the sea. One day, the hero of the sea simply lost most of his strength, and the level of the ocean started rising, devouring the land inch by inch.

As things stand now, most of what were once vast continents are only sparse islands that once were the highest terrain we could reach. Climate change melted all ice peaks, leaving only barren terrains behind, the only places people could go to for any semblance of safety.

No person has the levity of dedicating himself to any kind of scholarly research nor study anymore, but no scholar was needed for a final conclusion to be reached by every single survivor now. If nothing changed, it wouldn’t be even a year for all land to be overtaken by the sea, and no hope for life would remain then.