Several decades ago, civilization was thriving. There are no threats in the world, save for the daily routine that humans had gotten tired of.

Soon, a calamity has befallen man. For Man had been foolish enough to tread the forbidden path.

The daily lives that they had taken for granted, all burnt to ash, devoured by the violent gods that had sprouted from the earth, created man's own hands.

civilization crumbled, lives lost.

It was an Apocalypse.

a gluttonous apocalypse that devoured everything. Lives, technology, civilization, even hope.

Were we punished by God?

When I was younger, I believed so. A world so lovely, tainted by our hands.

Wouldn't God be angry with us?

But no.. It was not because God was angry...

It was our own fault.

But despite this, we thrive. We live.

We have Hope.

Those violent gods that had devoured everything until humans were driven to a corner.

We, The god eaters. Beacons of hope.

Will devour them this time.

My codename is Elizabeth Snowfield.

and I am a god eater.