In the midst of the waters lay the iron relics of another age, broken and rusted. The dry land was scorched by the power of the flames, and the surface was littered with ash. The wreckage of mans creation was scattered by the power and the force of the blasts.
The earth that brought forth grass and fruit trees of all kinds now took the shape of skeletonsbent, twisted, and blackened.
The light that ruled the day was scarcely visible, and the light that ruled the night was never seen, only talked about. The once blue sky was now a canopy of gray-and-black clouds clinging together, like coral around the earth.
Every living creature and every living thing that moved according to its kind was sprinkled throughout the land.
But man survived and walked the earth through the wreckage of his own destruction. Cities, which once stood tall and proud, now stood as a beacon of the past, a shadow, housing the legacy of mankind and his abilities to create from the old world.
Caleb Cantu, like others, survived through the blistering furnace. He traveled through the remains of the old world toward the West Coast in an effort to reach his only living relativehis father. His journey is met by others who survived but now survive for different reasonsthose who search for the meaning of life and those who wish to rule by power, greed, and force. This is the story of those Two Worlds as they collide with each other.