On a particular platform supported by the primordial essences of a timeless void, an elf ponders victory, pyrrhic as it were. The eververses’ expanse visible in the eyes of it’s very beholder. It held it’s scepter as rifts slowly pour open as it begins deconstructing things very slowly. A relief effort, and a repairing one. Slowly, bodies drift up to wherein they would be sent, swallowed into the neverending – the ponderances fell as it were when the city began to slowly be repaired.
“My will to live is empowered by divine dignity; dragons swallow whole the damned.”