Apocalypse Dolls: My Puppets Are a Little Too Fierce

In 2402, humanity clings to survival as eldritch gods breach reality through a mysterious fog that devours Blue Star. Safe zones crumble, and madness spreads like wildfire. Then she appears—a mute girl in white, emerging unscathed from a zone so contaminated it should have killed her instantly. Behind her walks an army of impossibilities: a horned boy who rips through monsters barehanded, a prophet in pristine robes who whispers the future, and a skeletal healer who mends the dying with a touch. They call them dolls. They call her their master. And the apocalypse just became a lot more complic…