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Prologue

Year 2361.

The world we live in is built upon the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Cities that once touched the sky now lie buried beneath deserts, forests, and oceans. Most of our history was lost long ago, erased by a war so devastating that it nearly ended humanity itself.

They called it World War III.

But no one truly knows what happened.

My name is Bhanu, a successor of one of the families that survived that ancient war.

When I was a child, my father often told me stories about our ancestors — stories of a time when the world burned and nations collapsed.

According to him, our ancestors fought in that war.

But in every story, one name was always mentioned.

Taffi.

My father said Taffi was not a king, not a general, and not a ruler of any nation. Yet he played a role so important that even our ancestors called him the one who witnessed everything.

As time went on, I grew older and those stories slowly started to feel like legends.

When I turned 28, my father became very ill.

Before he died, he gave me an old diary that once belonged to our ancestor Ayush, a man who fought alongside Taffi during the war.

The diary was worn and fragile, its pages filled with stories of battles, fear, and the collapse of the old world.

Holding the diary in my hands, my father spoke his final words to me.

"This diary of Ayush has everything that will help you find Taffi's tomb. Make sure you find it… and tell the world the truth about the legend who saved them."

According to the stories of our ancestors, the humans who survived the war did so because of Taffi. When nuclear weapons began destroying the world, he built a massive underground bunker designed to protect humanity from the radiation and devastation.

Inside that bunker, our ancestors lived for nearly one hundred years, surviving with enough resources that had been prepared in advance.

Because of that, many believe humanity still exists today because of Taffi.

But as centuries passed, people slowly forgot about him.

The current generation barely remembers the name Taffi, and many believe he was nothing more than a myth.

That is why I believe it must be me who uncovers the truth.

For hundreds of years, historians believed Taffi was only a legend.

Until today.

Because standing before me now, deep beneath the earth, is an ancient stone tomb.

If the stories are true, then inside this tomb lies the diary that holds the real history of World War III.

And the truth that the world was never meant to know.

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