In the final days, as the land where human civilization existed was gradually submerged by seawater and swallowed by tsunamis, the Salvation Army had already abandoned its battle against the World Beasts and turned instead to building floating shelters.
All humanity had fallen into utter despair.
There was no need for the World Beasts to slaughter them at all. As long as the seawater kept rising, humanity would be drowned bit by bit like ants in an anthill.
The surviving humans began a great exodus, flocking toward the highest mountains and plateaus in the world.
During this time, brutal massacres broke out again and again over the right to survive.
The Salvation Army struggled to maintain the last vestiges of order, sending as many surviving humans as possible to mountaintops and plateaus.
At last, the rising sea level stopped. The surviving humans secretly rejoiced, even ecstatically realizing that they could use those mountains and plateau continents to rebuild civilization.
But the moment that thought arose, years of rainy seasons and violent tsunamis arrived, nearly submerging all the remaining land and extinguishing the final spark of human civilization.
Some World Beasts, perhaps out of curiosity or for some other purpose, even crawled onto humanity's last remaining land and destroyed the few machines and buildings that remained.
The last humans eventually discovered that although they still possessed sufficient knowledge, they no longer had any tools or materials to sustain an information-age, electrical, or even steam-powered civilization.
Human civilization completely declined, plunging into a century-long darkness that lasted until now.
The Savior and his Salvation Army had either scattered throughout the universe or lain dormant beneath the sea. All that remained among humanity was an epic about them, along with those damaged holy corpses, allowing people to know of their once-great struggle.
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