The war between the angels and the demons continues to burn lives without minding its consequences, without caring for those who are engulfed amidst is rage. Several villages were created during this millennial war, empires rose and yet everything fell as the war continued.
Countless lives were lost, mostly those who were bystanders, mortals who had nothing to do with the war itself, nor they knew the reason it started and when, for millennia the war burned and burned to the lands of this planet, staining the earth itself in a scarlet red in such a way that the plants themselves lost their lustrous green, gaining a bright red in its place.
Although the war continued strong, the same couldn't be said about the planet, it was dying. The gods and demons, leaders of both factions did not care, they ignored the warnings given to them, until one day, they were forced to stop and bow themselves with anger, and shame of their own weakness, to a mere mortal with power of to command all the races that suffered with the war.