Chapter Seventy Nine
The gods looked down on their creations with contempt. Their eyebrows were raised, their mouths curved into snarls. They were watching history repeat itself; they wanted to scream, they wanted to lash out, they wanted to be gods. They had thought their ploy to ensure peace was indestructible, they had thought themselves intelligent and their creatures predictable. Yet, there they were, sharpening their swords and skills; ready to take the lives of strangers for a cause they did not comprehend. The humans were ready to fight a war of their ancestors, the creatures were ready to reclaim the earth. They all thought they deserved to win the war. After all, had the humans not suffered enough under the tyranny of magic? Were they simply meant to live within fortified walls, afraid to walk the ea
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