The world smelt fresh, somehow. Why shouldn't it? Alexios was dead, probably, or so I hoped, at any rate.
Lexus, the oldest nymph and the one who was keeping the World Tree alive, was back in said tree.
Being forced to micromanage stuff like the weather, the acidity of the soil, and the barrier between languages.
The last one was a bit of a dick move from him because I felt that if we all spoke the same language, we would finally stop trying to kill one another, but he found it as important as keeping Belladonna busy with his whining.
And since I wanted Wrath to have some time and sent off Drusilla, I let Lexus be Lexus.
Wrath…
He was dressed in black. Before, he was dressed in Black and Gold. So, as if he were a necromancer.
For all I knew, he might actually be one. But he wasn't making any moves to revive Drusilla.