"And behold, the black sun rose, and the angel of blood shone in the heavens with sacred flames. Then the Lord looked upon the earth, saw the affliction of men, and, moved by compassion, extended hope to them as a light in the midst of darkness." Verse from the Book of Visions.
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Looking at the Night King's lifeless body, Aenar sighed in relief. Honestly, he expected things to be more difficult, especially with the gods wanting him to be defeated in this war.
But, the Destined Death, was more efficient than he previously thought. If there was anyone afraid of death, it was the evil gods. Even the God of Death was afraid of death, which was extremely hypocritical.
However, the ending became satisfactory, Aenar killed both enemies and removed the influence of the God of Chaos and the Cold God from Westeros. The continent was his to do with as he pleased.
When Aenar was satisfied with the events, his expression changed drastically. For the first time in many years, he showed an expression of disbelief.
The reason for this was very simple: the sky darkened, day turned into night in an instant, the most terrifying thing was that the sun changed color, becoming dark with red edges, making it particularly frightening.
Aenar's expression changed from disbelief to anger. It was the first time in years that he felt he couldn't control his own emotions. Rage pulsed through his veins, making him want to destroy everything in his path.
"The Long Night." Aenar spat the words with extreme disgust. He wanted to tear the gods one by one to vent the rage he was feeling at that exact moment.
The gods truly did not intervene in his fight, but they did something much worse. They brought forward The Long Night! What was supposed to happen four years later, in the year 300 after the conquest, was happening now!
Aenar could feel, with the birth of the Black Sun, the temperature around him began to drop at an alarming rate. Without sun, without light and heat, without sun, crops and trees would die, and the animals that depended on the trees would also die.
Lakes and rivers would freeze, large animals would also cease to exist due to lack of food. The only ones that survived were small animals that could adapt.
It was like a domino effect; when the first one fell, the others would also fall.
Not only that, in this lightless environment, pests and diseases were even more active, making human life even more desperate. Aenar finally understood why all humanity was almost completely extinct every ten thousand years.
How could humanity survive various mass extinction events?
Aenar wasted no time and mounted Caraxes; moments later, the dragon was already in the sky. He knew that the front line would be in complete chaos with the disappearance of sunlight.
As Aenar had predicted, the battlefield was in complete chaos. Fear and horror made many people lose focus on the war; the morale that had always been at its peak plummeted with the disappearance of the sun and the appearance of the black sun.
The worst thing was that in the deep darkness, fighting true corpses was even more terrifying. Fear took hold of everyone with weaker and less determined minds.
Especially after seeing their dead comrades revive and fight against themselves. The impact of this could not simply be described as bad; it was catastrophic.
Fortunately, Sanguinius was quick and acted without any hesitation. He chose to abandon the fight and allow the White Walker, who was second in command, to refocus on the Red Legion and the other allied armies.
Sanguinius chose to sacrifice some people to save the majority. He ascended into the sky and hovered motionless in the air with his impressive white wings fully spread. At the same moment, white flames surrounded his body and grew over time.
In an instant, a white sun shone over the deep darkness of the battlefield, dispelling the shadows and allowing the soldiers to see clearly again without any problem.
Kinvara, who was holding the army's morale, sighed in relief upon seeing the white sun rising in the sky. She knew that the messiah warrior had helped stabilize the extremely critical situation.
Suddenly, the gigantic red dragon appeared in the sky with its impressive size. An igneous aura surrounded the creature, creating a red cloak around it and spreading a gentle warmth across the battlefield.
Caraxes opened its mouth and spat voracious flames onto the ground, destroying the Wights and White Walkers in its path. Ashes flew into the air and were blown by the wind.
Aenar's arrival drastically boosted the army's morale; the soldiers who were previously afraid became more confident and returned to attacking the Wights without any hesitation.
Titus, Sigismund, and Leda swept the battlefield. The three were unstoppable; no one could survive a blow from them. The three focused entirely on the White Walkers, leaving the Wights to the five hundred Astartes.
Even the White Walkers felt powerless before the three monsters in front of them. They had always been superior to humans, but now they were dying in droves by the same race they had deeply despised.
The five hundred Astartes were even more terrifying, destroying all enemies in their path who came near the three generals.
Led, seeing Aenar's return, let out a sigh of relief and began to kill White Walkers even more fervently; she wanted to return to the king's side as quickly as possible.
She never felt that the king was truly safe without her presence by his side, protecting him from all evils. Although she knew this was impossible, she still thought this way.
Aenar recoiled slightly as Caraxes spat another wave of attack and looked up at the sky, where Sanguinius still acted as a white sun over the vast battlefield. He knew the boy wouldn't last much longer.
The king closed his eyes; when he opened them again, the battlefield was completely illuminated. But unlike Sanguinius's white sun, a red sun appeared in the sky.
Sanguinius knew that the king was silently telling him to retreat, and so he did; he extinguished his flames and descended towards the ground at a slow speed. A morbid pallor was on the boy's face, showing how exhausted he was at that moment.
The Blood Angel fell beside Kinvara, who quickly helped him, using some healing magic. "No need, I'm not hurt, just exhausted." Sanguinius sat on the ground and said in a tired tone.
Kinvara nodded, her situation was also similar to Sanguinius's; the amount of magic she used today was so much that she hadn't used so much magic in a hundred years.
"Although I knew this would happen, seeing it in person is despairing." Sanguinius looked at the Black Sun in the sky with a complicated gaze. He had seen fragments of the future, and the Black Sun was in many of them, but seeing it in person made him realize how insane the gods were.
The gods didn't even need to fight personally; just preventing the sun from doing its job was enough to drive the human race to extinction. This was cruel, very cruel. How many would die?
Millions? Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions?
This is just counting this Long Night; how many people actually died in previous Long Nights? There were so many deaths that they would easily fill an abyss with skulls; this made Sanguinius feel hatred towards the gods.
"Just as the emperor said, humans only need humans." Sanguinius murmured with a somber look. He agreed with the emperor's words: the human race didn't need gods; only a God Emperor of Humanity was enough!
Kinvara knew what the boy was thinking, hearing his whisper; she looked at the Black Sun with a heavy feeling. Just looking at the Black Sun could make you feel a bad and despairing feeling. It looked like a gigantic eye of a being looking at the world with a cold and emotionless gaze.
"Fortunately, humanity has the emperor." Sanguinius smiled and looked at the red sun moving above the battlefield, dispelling the darkness from people's hearts and minds.
Kinvara agreed, also looking at Aenar with a gaze full of fanaticism and reverence.
Aenar looked at the ground and saw that the army of Wights, led by the White Walkers, was shrinking at a visibly rapid rate. Mainly due to Leda, Titus, Sigismund, and the five hundred Astartes, they were practically exterminating everything in their path.
The most incredible thing was that none were injured, showing the powerful combat strength of the Astartes. Aenar estimated that only a few Astartes were enough to conquer Earth in his past life.
"When the war ends, this region of the Far North must remain empty for many years, especially because of the Long Night. The intense cold will kill everything in a few days." Aenar murmured, looking at the Far North with a calm gaze.
Although it was unfortunate to leave this large piece of land uninhabited without generating any value, there was no way to manage this place without population, food, and warmth.
"We have to retreat as soon as possible; people must migrate to large cities and build other cities closer to King's Landing." Aenar continued to murmur his plans.
Honestly, Aenar had already planned to do this after the war, but with the unexpected arrival of the Long Night, his plans were all abolished and could hardly help in the short term.
"Damn gods." Aenar said in a somber tone. He truly wished to kill all the gods at the moment.
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