An unconquerable army wanders across the earth, laying waste to all in its path. What its goals are, and the secret of its invincibility, are cloaked in mystery.
Cities are a thing of the past.
Instead, man lives in nomadic settlements, prepared to tear down and scatter to the winds at the sight of white and yellow lights on the horizon.
For generations, humanity has scrabbled out an existence in the face of a constant onslaught. The Conquerors -- uttered with contempt and intoned with irony -- have roved the world, striking swiftly and decisively. They take no prisoners. They don't take goods or trophies. They simply eradicate any humans they find, then continue on their journey, as if searching for something. Their rock-hard skin gleams in the light; they kill with gestures and can summon thunder from the heavens in their onslaught.
None has stood against them, nor have any discovered The Conquerors' purpose. Mankind simply scatters when they appear, hoping to avoid the assaults.
However, there is hope -- a loose group of humans has divined The Conquerors' movements, and can tell a camp how long it'll be safe. These people now plot their next step -- they seek a weakness in their foes' defenses, and hope to fight back one day.
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