Is it over?

Nathan stood in the endless expanse of white—a place devoid of time and space, where silence was both a comfort and a torment. From this strange, ethereal realm, he could see the war raging far below, as though peering through an invisible veil that separated life from death. His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the chaos, the bloodshed, and the unrelenting cries of men and gods alike.

But Nathan was powerless.

He clenched his fists, the weight of his mortality settling heavily upon him. The realization was suffocating—he was dead. His presence here was a cruel limbo, a reminder that his fight was over while the world he had fought so hard to protect continued to spiral into turmoil without him.