Nature, knowing what was happening, raised heavy clouds above all and showed the anger in the form of heavy rain and bright lightnings.
For several days while the war continued, when the once peaceful kingdom again felt what it was many centuries ago, all this again swallowed the minds of every inhabitant.
Following all the instructions of the royal army, the inhabitants sat in silence in their cellars, afraid to go out and see what was happening. For a moment, distant from reality, they felt only fear.
Small children, falling asleep to the sounds and screams of beasts, woke up from time to time and grabbed the hand that tried to calm them down.
The dark green roofs turned black under the color of blood and rain. And from a bird's eye view, it seemed that death itself marked every house below with its bony hand.
The war between the creatures of damnation and the warriors of the two worlds was perhaps the most brutal story that ever came out of the pen of death.