The world is turning. The ground shattering. Flames burning the pristine city of Elysium like it was made for burning.
The pillars of light. those destructive pillars of creation and uncreation, flashing throughout the world.
At the edge of the world, after so many have died, Lud walked towards the center of this unfolding moment of myth. He walked towards an angel with too many wings and eyes to count spread out for miles. He walked towards the center to stop it all, to do something, but his body gets torn piece by piece each passing second and reformed once more for he wills it so in that fluctuation of aether.
The gods have already fallen to this angel, thought they would never want to call him that after he was about to unfold the very foundations of the world.
Lud walked towards the center, thinking back on the promise he had made. Walking ever true to stop it all from happening, he saw the angel that was the cause of it all. Samael.
