Blame the world.
As the relentless march of time pressed onward, the aftermath of devastation began to slowly recede.
The trembling earth surrendered its ceaseless quivers, and the once raucous wind surrendered to a hushed stillness.
Gradually, the ethereal mist that had enshrouded Ethan and Veremos began to dissipate, revealing the scene that had transpired.
Ryan, an observer in the shadows, bore witness to this spectacle with eyes widened in a fusion of astonishment and admiration.
And then, as the final remnants of dust settled, the visage of Ethan, still adorned in his divine manifestation, descended gracefully upon the solid ground. Clutched within his palm, a fractured and fragile skull teetered on the brink of disintegration.
The silence that followed spoke volumes, echoing the gravity of the moment, while Ryan's silent awe endured, a testament to the profound events that had just unfolded.