The chaos on earth was so loud that it reached the stars.
Brave Sun looked down. He saw the grey mold spreading over his Father's corpse (the World). He saw the Monarchs fighting like ants.
"The crop is ruined," Brave Sun decided. "The rot has set in."
Brave Sun was not a benevolent god. He was a Farmer. To him, humans were not people. They were vessels holding small fragments of Noax's soul.
"I must harvest what is left before the rot takes it all."
The sky tore open. Brave Sun descended. He did not come as a man. He came as a Giant of Golden Fire. His feet touched the ocean, and the ocean boiled.
He reached down and scooped up a city. He squeezed. The humans inside burned instantly. Their souls—tiny sparks of light—floated up into Brave Sun's mouth.
He ate them. "Purity," Brave Sun rumbled. "I am reclaiming Father."