Healing the Veil had changed the fate of Earth.

But it had not magically erased twenty years of devastation.

No more monsters entered the planet now. The sky no longer cracked open with dimensional ruptures, and humanity no longer lived in fear of waking up to another catastrophic breach appearing above a city overnight. For the first time in decades, the world had stability.

Yet stability did not mean peace.

The monsters already on Earth remained, and there were hundreds of millions of them.

Monster beasts ruled entire forests, oceans, and mountain ranges that humanity had long abandoned. Shadow beasts nested inside dead cities wrapped in eternal darkness and corrupted environment. And the infected - those twisted remnants of humanity - still wandered the world in horrifying numbers.

Twenty years.

That was how long humanity had been fighting the apocalypse.

In all that time, despite Grace and the others achieving what once seemed impossible, humanity had only managed to reclaim forty percent of Earth’s original territories. The remaining lands were still death zones where ordinary civilians couldn’t survive even a single day without protection.

Entire countries remained abandoned. Ancient capitals had become monster kingdoms. The oceans were worse since nobody even knew what horrors still lurked in the deepest waters after twenty years of unchecked mutation.

Which was why, only days after the Veil restoration, the World Council gathered once again and the meeting lasted ten days.

Ten long days of arguments, projections, military reports, population estimates, and strategic planning for the future of humanity. Leaders from rebuilt nations attended both physically and through projections, alongside representatives from warrior factions, and scientific divisions.

Grace attended every meeting and not because she needed to. At her current level, no one on Earth could force her to sit through politics and endless discussions if she didn’t want to. As a Divine Ascendant, she existed beyond worldly authority entirely.

But she stayed anyway, because Earth was still her home and because she understood something others didn’t - winning the apocalypse wasn’t just about power anymore. It was about rebuilding civilization.

By the end of the tenth day, the council finally reached a unanimous decision.

The infected would become the priority target.

Monster beasts and shadow beasts were dangerous, yes, but they were also now part of Earth’s ecosystem whether humanity liked it or not. Many regions had already become completely adapted to their presence, and eliminating every single monster on the planet would realistically take centuries.

The infected, however, were different. Unlike the beasts, they couldn’t reproduce which meant their numbers were finite.

Over the past twenty years, they had already exterminated nearly four billion infected across the planet. That number alone was so massive it no longer even felt real.

But over two billion still remained.

Two billion infected roaming ruined cities, forests, underground tunnels, deserts, and abandoned regions across Earth. And even with over three million active warriors now protecting humanity, eliminating all the remaining infected would still take decades.

That was when Dr. Kian finally stepped forward.

The council chamber had gone quiet the moment he stood. Because everyone there knew one thing - if Grace represented overwhelming power, then Dr. Kian represented humanity’s greatest scientific mind.

Over the past two decades, while others fought on battlefields, Kian had spent endless years inside laboratories, research stations, infected zones, and containment facilities. He had studied the infected more deeply than anyone else alive.

He understood their biology, their mutations, their weaknesses. And after fifteen years of failed prototypes, destroyed facilities, and countless sleepless nights, he had finally succeeded.

"This," Kian said calmly as a holographic projection appeared before the council, "is Project Genesis."

Inside the floating chamber shown in the projection was a glowing silver-blue liquid.

"It isn’t a virus," Kian continued. "And it isn’t poison either. The infected mutate too quickly for either method to remain effective." His expression remained serious but steady. "What this does is destabilize the corrupted energy sustaining infected cells. Once it enters their bodies, their mutation collapses from the inside."

Silence filled the room.

One council member finally asked the question everyone was thinking. "How effective?"

Kian looked directly at them as he answered with confidence. "Completely."

The room erupted instantly with shock, disbelief, and hope.

Questions flew from every direction, but Kian answered them all patiently. The medicine had already been tested extensively in controlled infected zones. Once exposed, infected organisms began shutting down within hours before completely dying within one to three days depending on mutation level. There was only one problem - delivery.

"How do we spread it globally?" someone finally asked.

Because no matter how effective the medicine was, distributing it across an entire planet overrun by infected and beasts seemed impossible.

That was when Grace spoke, "We make it rain."

The entire room went silent. Several people stared at her blankly before realization slowly dawned on their faces.And suddenly, it didn’t sound impossible anymore.

Because this was Grace, a Divine Ascendant.

So three days later, the preparations began.

Every major scientific facility on Earth worked continuously to produce enough of Project Genesis for global dispersal. Massive quantities of the silver-blue solution were transported into the atmosphere using aircrafts, spirit arrays, satellites, and spatial gates.

And then, Grace began.

She stood above the clouds once more, far beyond the highest layers of Earth’s atmosphere. While below her stretched an entire planet.

Slowly, she raised one hand. The sky darkened instantly as clouds gathered from every corner of the world, drawn together beneath her will like oceans moving through the sky. Thunder rolled across continents as her power spread through the atmosphere itself.

Then the rain began, soft and gentle. Tiny droplets fell across ruined streets, and then within minutes, the rainfall spread across the entire planet. It rained through every continent, every ocean, and every infected zone. It fell over shattered skyscrapers consumed by nature. It poured across monster territories and abandoned countries untouched for decades. Water washed through underground tunnels where infected hordes slept in darkness.

And inside every single drop was Kian’s cure.

For one full day it rained. Then through the night. And even after sunrise came again, the storm continued.

People inside the warded cities watched the view outside on the huge billboards that usually live streamed the missions and now was showing as the cure rained across Earth.

Grace remained above the world the entire time, controlling the storm, guiding it, and making sure every corner of Earth was touched.

By the time she finally lowered her hand and allowed the clouds to disperse, the entire planet had been drenched completely.

And now, all that was left to do was to wait and see whether humanity’s twenty years of suffering were finally about to end.