Death, carnage, and the extinction of the human race. That was the turnout of The Battle Of *Kursna, and the end of the greatest war the world had ever known, it was called simply The Great War. The final stand of humans against the great gods was nothing more than a bedtime story now, most did not even consider it true, nothing more than a *legend. Yet young Sebastian asked his father to tell it again before sleep overtook him.
Sebastian Arkven yawned, yet insisted he wasn't tired, asking to tell the story. The father finally agreed, knowing it would help put him to sleep anyways.
"Many millennia ago, the race of humans, with underwhelming strength and complete lack of *mana, but great in numbers and spirit, challenged the gods, saying they would not live under their rule any further. The gods agreed with a smirk knowing how it would all work. The humans advanced blindly to the *sanctuary of the gods, and the gods sent disaster after disaster, battle after battle, and the human numbers soon grew short. Yet the foolish humans would not yield, saying they would rather die than be under their control.
Many folk legends were told, some more ancient than old; *Massma the crucifier, *Eden the dead man walking, and many more. None brought glory and victory.
That was how the final battle happened, when the gods sent an army mightier than the armies of *Albana and greater numbers than drops of water in the great unknown *seas. They fought their best, catapult boulders flew and swordsmen slew, but the victory went to the gods."
Young Sebastian was fast asleep and the father knew this, but he continued anyway.
"The tale and moral of the story is foolishness, and how defiance against the gods is forbidden. But the legend is incomplete, hence the reason most don't believe in the existence of humans. 'Surely not all the humans went to fight, so they might still exist, right?' is what people say. But we just don't know. Believers say they are hiding, whether in the unknown and unexplored or even among us, hiding still to this day…"
The boy's father was becoming tired himself. He turned himself in for the night.