Introduction: Prologue - The Crimson OmenThey always spoke of change as if it were inevitable, as if humans were designed to adapt to whatever the world threw at them. But what if the world itself no longer followed its own rules? What if adaptation was no longer an option?I never felt like I belonged, not in the streets where I wandered, not among the people who passed me by. Emotions were foreign to me-joy, sorrow, love, fear-mere words without meaning. While others clung to their humanity, I questioned its purpose.That night, the world proved my instincts right.The sky darkened unnaturally, the moon glowing with an eerie brilliance before shifting to a deep crimson. The wind howled as if whispering secrets lost to time. Then, the first drops fell-red, thick, reeking of iron. It wasn't rain. It was blood.The city stood frozen, eyes wide with terror, but I merely watched. Fear, panic, despair-none of it touched me. The whispers in the air carried a single message:"The era of blood has begun."And as the first screams shattered the silence, I knew one thing for certain-this world was never meant to be saved....