The World of the Judge - Magic, 3P

What inspired me to write this was probably some piece of music that made me feel like this Story. It was also written 6 months ago and has 220 Words. The feeling I speak about is this 'powerlessness' but also 'strength', the knowledge about the inevitable and some nihilism. This text could be the ending of some story.

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She spoke and the world answered. Everything came to an end. The storms stopped, the floods stood, the sounds vanished, and the fighting mages lost their power.

Then suddenly after a time that seemed to be never ending everything heard a faint pulsing. Every time it pulsed, it seemed to eat at their life, weakening them, ending them.

At the 11th pulse it seemed to become a whisper, at the 23rd a singing like that birds right after the Sun rose, at the 31st a speak held to all life, at the 40th it was like a Judge readying his hammer to announce his judgment, at the 41st at it was like the hammer swinging down and at the 42nd it hit.

The judgment of the world befell all living things and judged.

The judgment judged everything no matter the age or species...

Living beings fell left and right, in the deepest of waters, on the highest of the mountains, below the earth and up in the sky. Nothing could escape it.

She stood still, thinking about what she had done, if it was right or wrong. She knew that the World would judge her last, as the one who accused everything.

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A mage was sitting at the entrance of a cave, before her was a world devoid of life.