Demeterra watched her war fail.
Not suddenly — failures never came suddenly for a god who planned in decades. The failure arrived in increments: the vanguard stalling, the supply lines disrupted, the eastern flank compromised by Seylith's betrayal, the divine creature standoff producing damage to both sides but breaking nothing decisively. Her army had pushed three trench lines deep into Ordinator territory and was bleeding at a rate that turned victory into attrition and attrition into a question.
