While the war was on its peak with everyone trying their best to achieve what they wanted, there were also those that watched the entire thing from a distance, enjoying the events in front of them as if a play was presented to them.
The end of the world concerned them least, as if that was how it was going to end, then that's all they could wish for.
They were the Primordials, the highest beings of all the beings on Planet Zarraf. Each of them held authority beyond what anyone could wish for. Even the Fate Weavers were, but mere pawns to them in this game that started ages ago.
"Primordial. I am ending everything here… It is sad that it has to end this way," Laplace spoke as he looked at the sky, to be precise, at them, the primordials.
And they all sighed in unison except for the red haired primordial that grinned at the others with a smirk before his smile slowly faded as he asked,
"Where is Enchantress? I hope she doesn't interfere with this."