Nezzar II

627 BC, Babylon Nabopolassar's hands were crimson with the blood of his enemies when the news reached him. He pierced the earth with his battle axe and turned to face the messenger fully. "Speak one more time, boy. Tell me again." The boy of about thirteen smiled, his weather-beaten skin stretching with the action. "You... Continue Reading →

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