Chapter 45. The Great War

“I, Nabu, write these things that he who can read would take heed. For I am old, and my days on earth are but a few. Slay all pure Sumerian witches with blue eyes, so their likeness is no more on the surface of the earth, so Marduk will find none to bear his child, for this war is a great one, and the Red Eye King will not be defeated this time, for he is wiser in this age.”

--Nabu

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“What troubles you, Ragza-al?” Tamarh’s voice bellows, but it is as if I am far away from my body, and my head is about to explode.

“Ragza-al! Are you in there?”

I am staring blankly at Nebuchadnezzar, who is sitting unperturbed, taking deliberate sips from his chalice. He knew all this while about my story, origin, and root?

Oh, why would he even tell me? He doesn’t owe me anything. Besides, I am a curse to my generation, for what my father did not do, I d