Ethan dreamt.
It was a dream about the end of the world.
Countless Progenitors and Colossi were fighting on land, air, and sea.
The armies of different races waged war against each other, and blood spilled, dyeing the world in the colors of their blood.
It was the Era when Deities roamed the land and made the world tremble as they battled each other.
Ashmedai, as well as the other Demonic Progenitors, laughed as they went on a rampage, killing those who dared to oppose them.
Ethan watched them win.
He watched them lose.
He watched as a new cycle of destruction began.
Suddenly, all the battles in the mortal realm ended. The Progenitors took their wars to the Lands of Saraqael and raised the stakes.
They were no longer fighting for a piece of land.
No.
They were fighting, and the prize would be the worlds where they had originally resided.