The day the meteorite hit Earth, everything changed for humanity.

  No one knew where it came from, or what the strange glowing rock would bring. All they knew was that it was beautiful.

  The world watched in awe as a neon green streak lit up the sky, dancing like the Aurora Borealis. It painted patterns so perfect, it seemed unreal. Moments later, the meteorite crashed into a quiet farm in Illinois, shaking the ground with a thunderous roar.

  The farmer who owned the land woke up, startled by the tremor. Grabbing a flashlight, he stepped out to investigate and stopped in shock. There, in the middle of his field, lay a massive, glowing rock. Strange green patterns pulsed across its surface-like veins. It vibrated softly, as though it had a heartbeat.

  Compelled by some invisible force, the farmer reached out and touched it.

  The glow stopped.

  Suddenly, black tendrils burst from the meteorite, wrapping around the farmer’s head. One snaked into his ear. He screamed and struggled, but the tentacle snapped his neck with a sickening crack. His body slumped then twitched. The tendrils slithered inside, taking control.

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  And that was only the beginning.

  Within days, chaos erupted. People began attacking each other biting, vomiting green bile. Their eyes turned a glowing emerald, and twisted tentacles burst from their bodies in grotesque places. They called themselves nothing. But the world named them Errors humanity’s greatest Horror.

  The infection spread like wildfire. A small village fell first. Then towns. Cities. Entire countries. The military fought back, but bullets barely slowed the creatures. They were strong. Smart. Evolving.

  Walls were built, but they were torn down. Refugees fled to safer zones, hoping for a miracle.

  Then came one.

  A team of desperate scientists, working under the remaining world governments, discovered a breakthrough: Fusion. By altering the DNA of an Error, they created a synthetic blood serum. When injected into a human host, it granted them the same monstrous powers.

  "It takes a monster to kill a monster," they said.

  The more powerful the Error, the stronger the Fusion.

  It took humanity three years of brutal war to reclaim their lands. The battles were devastating. The death toll unimaginable. But when the dust settled, survivors built The Wall — a colossal barrier, so tall no one could see the world beyond it.

  From the ashes, a new order rose. Scientists and generals who created Fusion now ruled from high councils. The Errors disappeared... but one group still ventured beyond the wall.

  They were called Saviors elite warriors infused with the Fusion serum, tasked with hunting what remained of the creatures and reclaiming the world piece by piece.

  What they didn’t know… was that the Errors were watching.

  Waiting.

  And evolving.