A Simple Choice

"Are you sure that War is dead?" Order asked the aspect of Sentience, now busy staring at the events that were unfolding in the middle of the battlefield with dumbfounded eyes.

"I have no doubt." Sentience responded. "His consciousness is gone."

"Check again!" Order bellowed. "We both know that a power of existence cannot manifest itself without a consciousness to wield it!" His words came out with misdirected anger, for he knew all too well that there was no room for mistake in Sentience's powers. Had there been anything left of War's consciousness he would have felt it, so he did not bother to respond, adding only to Order's frustration.

He felt powerless. Powerless to act as vast chaotic energy filled the endless battlefield, giving a grim accompaniment to the existential power of War which was shrouding Der's body in a red fog. Daniel's attacks had halted, but he could tell that, had he intervened, he would have to do so at the risk of his own life.