The god is dead

It was a simple yet significant death. Belvedyr did not scream nor screech. He left with his horses and were never seen again along with his siblings. Seronn held the head of Zeus in his hand. He pointed his sword at the dark lord who quickly scampered away, fearing for his life.

It is over, he said. And flew away with the head of his father still in his hands. Archimedes looked around and saw for the first time that he was alone, yet again. Then he looked at the new dwarf king. Ayrovan! and he realised that he indeed was not. But nonetheless he did not want to overstay his welcome.

The elves who fought to their bones looked jaded and tired. They too would leave having known their revenge has been taken. The dwarves stood there not knowing how to behave with the hylin. Whether to shake their hands or break their necks. The humans watched the fight unfold with their mouths wide open. "Now they will have light even in the darkness" said Plato looking at the bulbs. Anatoly wanted to be involved in the war but decided against it in the last minute. It is not our war! he had decided. After all he was human, unlike some. Reya and the dwarves of Andora said their goodbyes and flew away.