Description
The Takeover didn't take lives, it took souls. It sent our dimension spiralling off its axis, entering an inexplicable, unfathomable state of purgatory, and it became... A world between worlds. Our doppelgangers from the next dimension came, wielding elements of every kind--Earth, Water, Fire and Air, and with their arrival came the necessary eradication of all who lived in this dimension. Coexisting was out of the question, and it was either death for them or the takeover of our very life force through a morbid process called 'The Takeover'. But this new evil was not without its counterpoise, and a new breed of 'Wielders' were born--people who had rejected 'The Takeover', people like me. And together with my little ragtag band of misfits, a scintilla of hope was once again rekindled, and it was indubitable that this, that we, were humanity's last line of defence, and we weren't going down without a fight. Copyright © 2016 Beverley Goh (@beverleftie)
Pre-Prologue
