The planet burned down in a few days. Turned into ashes. Ulcers of nuclear leprosy covered the blue-green body so quickly that even the most daring predictions turned out to be empty. Not many managed to survive that war. And those who survived are unlikely to thank fate for this. Hunger and disease came to the destroyed cities. Looking like the horsemen of the apocalypse, they rushed across the scorched lands, spreading death. But in a disfigured world, even such grains sprouted. And the shoots bore fruit. And one day, not far from the epicenters of the explosions, in a crater that looked like a torn open mother’s womb, a monster was born. A beast languishing in the depths of our planet, and waiting in the wings...