"My God..."
Hundreds of thousands of Nephilim. Armies of demigods, each one born from a corrupted angel and presumably possessing power beyond mortal comprehension. All of them driven by the same inexplicable urge to conquer and consume.
The world must have been drowning in blood.
Nero tried to imagine what that era must have looked like and found he couldn't. His mind simply refused to grasp the scale of destruction such a war would have caused. The visions he'd experienced in his mind, influenced by the runes being absorbed by the Book of Mephistopheles, suddenly made more sense.
They had not been mere metaphors or abstractions.
They were simply memories on a terrible time.
Nero frowned.
Or perhaps recordings. Recordings of an actual apocalypse that had once come upon the earth, greatly changing the world.
