Chapter 29: what the people saw

Um­bra stood stock still, as all that re­mained was the bleak de­solate­ness of this world around him-thin strands cling­ing with a residue left of destruction; the sockets, just an­tith­esis to shards that lay sequestered be­tween earthy soul-pores, yet uncomprehen­sively expanse empty-no thing­lying except from sides and souls. Whisper of killings screaming hurt. "Everybody by you.". The gods had turned him into a monster, a creature of eternal torment, and now there was no way out. He had destroyed everything, every living thing, and yet there was no respite. Only the hollow ache of his existence.