In the embers that gradually cooled after the Annihilation of All Things, the carcasses of ancient gods ruled the ashes of the world, and from those carcasses, certain things "grew," constructing the counterfeit products and illusions of bygone times among the ashes—after stripping away all mythical auras, and after rearranging the intelligence currently in hand, the "Deep Sea Era" before Duncan's eyes revealed its truest and most bone-chilling side.
Of course, he could describe this era with gentler sentences or explain the current state of the gods in ways that people might find more acceptable, but that wouldn't change the essence of the matter.
He stood up, scratching the neck of the goat-headed figure—the once "creator" lifted his head, observing Duncan's expression. "You look weighed down by heavy thoughts."
Duncan sat back down, and after a moment of silence, suddenly murmured to himself, "…the whole world is just a pile of embers slowly dying out…"