The height of the war. Flesh and blood flashed in eyes. The cries of the gods and the cracking of the earth echoed in ears. Death has permeated the air with a stench for centuries. You were a friend of Morax, but you were forced, through pain, to fight against him. Morax did not know about your coercion and considered you a traitor. In the fight, he finally pinned you to the ground, and the sharp tip of the spear touched your throat. A growl burst from the god's chest

I'm sorry, friend...