How many times have you seen this world, how many resets does it take for you to give up hope? Does anything even matter after all this, does trying do anything? Will the struggle help at all, can I even believe in anyone anymore? The only thing keeping me going now is my resentment.
The barrier was lifted, the monsters were free but not accepted; hell broke loose, the wars were resumed. The monsters had no choice but to retaliate to the human's advances. Resources were scarce, the earth seemed unhabitable and the only way to survive was through violence. You lost all hope when you were forced to...