Months bled into each other with the slow persistence of a war that had no interest in ending.
The Second Holy War between the Kingdom of Celesta and the Arvatra Empire continued to consume the continent with all the enthusiasm of a fire that kept finding new things to burn. Battles won and lost. Cities changed hands. People died in numbers that stopped meaning anything after a while because the human mind simply wasn't built to hold grief at that scale.
It showed absolutely no signs of resolution. No signs of fatigue on either side. Just the same continuous, pointless machinery of war.
