Flashback 16

The onset of genocide unfolded with a sinister gradualness, a creeping shadow that devoured village after village, leaving behind a trail of death and despair. The once-thriving communities of powerless mortals bore the brunt of this merciless onslaught, their numbers steadily dwindling as the darkness encroached.

Across the realms, whispers of the rising death toll reached even the depths of Hell, stirring unease among its denizens. King Iskandar, burdened with the weight of impending catastrophe, sought to contain the spreading menace, but his efforts were fraught with uncertainty. There is little he can do with his position and status.

As whispers of war spread forth like wildfire, mortals sought refuge in distant sanctuaries, while others valiantly attempted to mount a defense. Though they scrambled to gather their forces, they tried. Yet, their struggles proved futile against the inexorable advance of malevolent forces bent on their destruction.