The god who accompanied the lich in the invasion of earth died shortly after his troublesome companion. Braimhs had damaged it badly and it was only necessary to band together and give it the final blow.
After this the war was much less heavy. The evil gods began to be afraid of dying and although they had leaders superior to them, they did not have a "supreme" leader as before, at least not one present at this time.
However, they had already managed to waste the family's resources, along with their own. However, it cost them more than they gained, so the family members were not so sad.
The war calmed down after about 2 more months. It was now December 2044. The resources they had spent on creating a connection to the branches of the tree of life were now useless.
"It's not all that bad, Vik. Don't get depressed." Braimhs smiled as he gave a sweet smile to his beloved.