Years passed, and the war raged with increasing ruthlessness, each year more brutal than the last. Innocent lives were taken in droves, and misery enveloped Nereideia.
The sky darkened as if the sun itself had been swallowed by the agony of the world.
After the battles, the rain thickened with blood, and a mysterious mist began to appear. The mist claimed anyone who ventured into it; none who entered ever returned alive.
It was hell. Nereideia had become a living hell.
The deities had abandoned humanity, leaving them to fight for their own survival.
During this time, Nabu rose to the rank of general, leading on the front lines. The war had made him cruel and relentless, but he clung to the hope that they might still emerge victorious, even when it seemed impossible.
"Kill them all! Don't leave a single one alive!" he shouted, mounted on his horse, pointing his sword at the enemy.
