Sovereign of the Mourning Dawn

The first thing I remember is the taste of ash and the roar of a six-armed Abyssal brute trying to rip my head off. I survived by raising a fallen, broken-winged angel from the blood-soaked dirt - and discovering my terrifying affinity for the dead. As the Ghul-Daar invasion turns our world into a wasteland, I refuse to merely survive. My pride won't allow me to scurry in the ruins. Instead, my undead don't just fight; they cultivate. They build. With every brick my skeletal laborers lay for our new citadel, and every glowing crop they harvest, my army's combat power multiplies exponentially. I am looting the abyss's greatest warlords - including a god of war who wept tears of joy when I finally conquered him - and turning them into the architects of my sanctuary. With my loyal best friend and my beloved fallen angel by my side, we are raising a paradise from the apocalypse. But as the walls of my utopia rise, I uncover a devastating truth: the demonic invasion wasn't an accident. The blueprints for this apocalypse were drawn by my own erased past self. If I ended the world just to build this city, what unspeakable cosmic horror am I preparing us for?