He could hear them from afar, the deafening sound of the drums of War. Ishtar was the New-All Father but he also was the God of War so he knew. He knew when the planet was getting ready for battle, the scent of the Earth was different, heavier, muddier. He knew the sky was getting ready to lay waste on the battlefield, with rain, thunder and perhaps lightning. He could feel the unrest of the wildlife, preparing for an event of a global scale, a devastation so important that they knew they had to take cover.
Ishtar could feel it, the electricity in the air, the uncertainty in the minds of his soldiers preparing for battle. There would be war, a war he didn't ask for but a war he would have to deal with nonetheless. He used to love those moments. He used to anticipate with excitment the next war but this time things were different. This time he knew he wouldn't enjoy it as much because he wasn't the one who initiated it. He wasn't the one in control of it. There was a strange feeling that was strangling his throat, a feeling he never had before... Dread.
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