The skyline trembled beneath the wrath of the creature known only as the Nightquake. Its silhouette tore through the storm clouds, wings jagged like shards of obsidian, lightning veins pulsing across its body. Each strike shattered towers, sending molten glass and steel raining down on the city below. The air itself seemed to scream as the beast’s roar merged with thunder, a symphony of chaos echoing through the neon ruins of civilization. But amid the destruction, a pulse of defiance flickered — a lone survivor standing on a rooftop, silhouetted against the inferno. They watched the monster descend, eyes burning with the same electric fury that split the sky. Tonight was not the end; it was the reckoning. The “Black Night” had come, and humanity’s heartbeat refused to fade beneath the storm.