The Pantheon of Babylonian gods was filled with fear and fury, resisting frantically.
But each time a radiant life form was destroyed, more angels surged forth from the temple's gates to fill the void.
They seemed endless, unafraid, unangered, executing their master's commands with cold determination.
They longed for the fall of enemy deities! They yearned for the world's rebirth!
—Attack the heathens, my God shall be king!
After a fierce battle, as the Babylonian gods saw fewer and fewer companions and more and more radiant life forms, they could no longer hold on:
"Damn things! Accursed fiends!"
With cries of fear and cursing, the Babylonian gods lost their final sliver of courage to resist and started scattering in all directions.
"Those who retreat, die!"
At this moment, the rain was fierce, the wind was wild!
Marduk returned to the battlefield, raising the giant axe in his hand and swinging it forward with a grim countenance.
