Upon the fifth day, the gods vanished, and a great flood enveloped the land, wiping all but a few from existence.

Up to that time, the lightning had flashed, illuminating the darkened sky and casting eerie shadows across the land. The thunder had roared, drowning out the cries and prayers of men fighting below. The rain had pelted down hard and fast, turning the battlefield into a veritable and bloody mire. The battle raging below the heavens seethed across the land, vast hosts of men assailing each other, trying in any way to attain the slightest advantage to turn the battle, indeed the very war around.

For three days and three nights battle had raged, accompanied by a tempest so violent the earth seemed to shake with anger.

On the fourth day, the Casters of Maldon unleashed a terrible magic, tearing a vast hole in the earth and casting tens of thousands of warriors into its fiery depths.

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In one devastating blow the war was all but ended.

Three Kings of the defeated, Jerimias, Rulo and Agralarch stood upon a hilltop and cursed their god for their defeat, the war fought in his name.

The tempest in the heavens had worsened, lightning lashed the land, and the rain's intensity changed dramatically. Both the victorious and the defeated cast their eyes to the heavens and looked upon the flashes of rage and sadness within the heavens, as their gods turned their backs on humanity. Humanity had ignored the god’s wishes to live peaceably, and despite the warnings, had committed a great and final atrocity in the names of their deities.

So upon the fifth day, the gods vanished, and a great flood enveloped the land, wiping all but a few from existence.

At this time all history was taken from the land heralding the start of a new era, one that would become known as the godless age.