The saying was ancient, a piece of mortal wisdom that had echoed through countless worlds: in the schemes of gods, mortals suffer. Sunny had always understood it as a concept, a distant truth from a novel.
Now, floating in the endless River of Time, he was watching it as a memory. The faith he spent to witness this history was a small price to pay for the horrifying clarity it provided. This was not a story; it was a lesson, written in the blood and tears for hundred thousand years.
This seeds of this bloody feud were sown just a few short years after the signing of the peace treaty. The old Gods honored their pledge with a heavy but sincere heart. The Demon Lords honored theirs as well, but in a way so twisted, so utterly manipulative, that it made a mockery of the very concept of peace.
