The sky is completely dark, lightning and thunder raging deep in its dark depths.
Every last warrior felt their skin crawling, fear gripping them tightly.
They won, but the situation doesn't seem calm like the world expects.
The dark clouds want their pound of flesh, and that flesh is the silver-haired angel holding Klaus's body tightly.
"My Lady, I believe it is time to leave. Until this world reaches the level that can handle gods, your presence here will destroy it and everyone within," Uncle Ziggy said, watching the sky start to tear.
Though small, if more tears start to appear, it would soon become so chaotic that even immortals would feel constipated if they found themselves in this world.
Klaus's mom ignored him and kept holding her son.
She had been cursed to forget her own life and only get back her memories right when her son dies. Those two minutes meant for Klaus's death were meant to be the moment her heart shatters.
