Esper Harem in the Apocalypse-Chapter 970 Behold The Apocalypse

As the sky transformed into a surreal kaleidoscope, the portals swirled with an unnatural energy. Colors merged and blended, forming a shifting tapestry of dread overhead. The once serene heavens became a canvas for the macabre.

From these radiant doorways emerged winged horrors, their silhouettes blotting out the sun. The creatures swooped down with ruthless precision, their eyes glinting with malevolent hunger. They descended upon the unsuspecting populace like a dark tempest, their presence suffocating.

"Fall back! Fall back!" screamed a terrified civilian, desperately ushering their family away from the oncoming threat.

"Get inside, now! Lock the doors!" shouted another, their voice quaking with fear.

Simultaneously, the portals on the ground emitted an eerie resonance. Without warning, grotesque entities clawed their way into the world. They slithered and surged forth, their sinuous forms filling the streets and alleys. These monstrosities, lacking wings but exuding an equally vile aura, were a nightmarish vision of despair.

"Stay together! We'll make it through this!" cried a man, his voice trembling as he clutched a makeshift weapon.

Panic swept through the populace like wildfire. Civilians fled in terror, the sounds of their frenzied footsteps drowned out by the shrieks of despair. The young and the old, the strong and the weak, none were spared from the ruthless onslaught.

Amidst the chaos, desperate pleas for help resounded.

"Somebody, please, help!" cried a mother as she shielded her children, her voice laced with terror.

"I can't find my daughter! Has anyone seen her?" shouted a man, his frantic eyes scanning the chaos for a familiar face.

The military acted swiftly, soldiers barking orders as they unleashed a torrent of firepower. Bullets and missiles streaked through the air, detonating upon impact with the grotesque abominations. Tanks rolled forward, their cannons blazing in an attempt to stem the tide of terror.

Yet, it was an exercise in futility. The monsters were relentless, their numbers seemingly infinite. Each life lost fueled the fear that gripped the hearts of the survivors.

Civilians scattered in panic, their once-peaceful lives shattered by the inexorable horror. The creatures showed no mercy, indiscriminately attacking anything in their path. The air was thick with screams and the acrid stench of blood

"We can't hold them back! Fall back to the secondary defense line!" shouted a soldier through the chaos, his voice laced with grim determination.

And then, just when despair seemed absolute, salvation descended from the heavens. Stones, unerring and precise, plummeted from above. They struck with divine accuracy, obliterating the nightmarish creatures in explosive bursts of energy.

Amid the bewildered populace, hope flickered like a fragile ember. Eyes turned to the sky, seeking answers, but found only the enigmatic countdown clock. The screen flickered to life, offering reassurance and chilling guidance.

A countdown timer displayed the respite before the next onslaught. The survivors learned that the portals were under a mysterious cooldown period, a momentary reprieve from the relentless terror.

Instructions scrolled across the screen, enigmatic and foreboding. Enter the towers, it urged, promising power, skills, and arcane relics. But a chilling caveat accompanied this offer – the weak would find only death within, unable to withstand the trials ahead. Those who dared to enter were designated as "players" and endowed with a cryptic "System."

The towers, enigmatic and imposing, housed numerous floors, each representing a distinct world. The task was clear – conquer each floor, surmount the challenges, and ascend to the next level.

"We've got to work together! Form teams and head for the towers!" shouted a voice of leadership amidst the chaos.

But the instructions did not end there. They advocated for unity and cooperation, urging the formation of guilds to navigate the perilous journey ahead. Kill the monsters, harvest their remains, and reap the rewards – this was the grim reality of their new existence.

"Come on, folks! We've got to stick together if we want to survive this!" yelled a young man, rallying those around him.

"I found my daughter! She's safe!" exclaimed the man who had been searching for his child, his voice filled with immense relief.

"Stay strong! We can beat these things together!" encouraged a woman as she fended off a monstrous assailant.

In the other realms, the scene mirrored the chaos unfolding in the human world. As the skies transformed into an otherworldly kaleidoscope, their own portals released horrors of their own. Creatures unique to each realm emerged, both terrestrial and ethereal, to wreak havoc upon their inhabitants.

"Defend the city! Rally the warriors!" bellowed a leader in one of the realms, his voice resolute despite the impending danger.

In another realm, beings of mythical power and ancient bloodlines harnessed their unique abilities to combat the invading entities. Elemental forces clashed in cataclysmic battles, and as death hung in the air, these realms braced themselves for the trials ahead.

"We've faced worse than this! Stand strong!" cried a powerful sorcerer, rallying those who possessed mystical abilities.

Just like in the human world, stones fell from the sky, obliterating the monstrosities with precision. Hope blossomed anew as the screen displayed the countdown timer and enigmatic instructions.

In these realms, as in the human world, survivors rallied to interpret the cryptic messages. They understood that unity and cooperation were their greatest assets. Guilds formed, each realm's inhabitants forming bonds in the crucible of chaos.

"To the towers! We must conquer them and claim their powers!" proclaimed a courageous leader, rallying their kind to face the unknown.

"No force can vanquish us if we stand together!" declared a noble defender of their realm, inspiring courage in their comrades.

With the first wave of monsters, the apocalypse unfurled in all its brutal grandeur. The world was cast into disarray as the economy crumbled beneath the weight of terror. The game of survival had begun, reshaping the destiny of humanity and other races alike.

This was the harsh, unrelenting reality of Rudy's vision of the apocalypse, where hope and despair intertwined in a tumultuous dance, and humanity and the other race's survival rested on their ability to stand together in the face of the unknown.