Contrary to what one would expect, following Hermes' ascension to Demigod, the Mortal Plane remained strangely calm.
All races maintained a state of harmony, as though preparing for something far greater.
It was only several years later that war finally broke out.
Surprisingly, it was not initiated by the races that were enemies of humanity, but by humanity itself.
Within a few years, the entire Mortal Plane had been engulfed in the flames of war.
Under such a condition, time quickly passed.
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"Roar!"
In a devastated valley, a mournful cry full of pain and resentment rang out.
Hundreds of human Mages and Warriors surrounded an enormous Dragon. Spells and various abilities were continuously cast, causing wounds to gradually accumulate on its body.
Its blood turned into rivers. Each scale that fell caused the entire valley to shake.
Cries and calls for help constantly rang out.
It was only several days later that everything finally stopped.
