Romans & histoires The End Of The World Is Just The Beginning

The Disaster of the Otherworld could wait. The End

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

“Who are you?” The man tilted his head. “I am the beginning. And soon… the end.” Then the monolith cracked. And the world began to burn again.

Not ever. But as the world fades, I realize I might not have a choice. This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

A piercing alarm echoed through the ICU as my sign of life dropped to zero. The moment my life ended, the System inside Ethan’s mind began screaming frantically. System: [Warning! Warning! The Female Protagonist has died!] [World self-destruction protocol activated! The twenty-four-hour countdown to total annihilation has begun.]

And the last words from the child echo: “The girl who disappeared… is the world’s end.”

“The Old Ones are awake. They’re watching. We don’t know when they’ll make their first move, but we do know that when they do, it won’t just be against us.” Jameson scoffed. “Oh, fantastic. So the whole world is a battlefield now.” Soraya shot him a look. “It already was. We were just too blind to see it.” I exhaled slowly. “Then we prepare.” Jameson arched a brow. “For what?” I met his gaze. “For the end of the world.” Silence. My father sighed. “We don’t know that yet.” I leaned forward. “Yes. We do.”

"We did it, Sean. No more prophecies. No more marks. Just us." I pulled her closer, looking out at the horizon where the sun was finally rising on a world without war, or worry. The story didn't end with a battle; it ended with a beginning. THE END.

this wasn't the end. This was just the beginning.

It was the beginning. THE END