Umbra stood amidst the ruins of the gods' once-immense forces, his sword dripping with their celestial blood. The battlefield was silent now; the deafening clash of power faded into an eerie stillness. But something was wrong. Something had changed. The gods were no longer charging, no longer fighting. Instead, they were watching him, their faces twisted in confusion, fear, and. something else. Something darker.
"Why does he cry?" whispered one of the gods in such a low tone that nobody had heard him.