The Grave of a God

Year 690, Ruins of Valenca, Whitemire

She knew it wasn't his time yet, and regretted what she would have to do. But to kill a divine thing properly was a special task, and he needed to be consulted. Eigengrau took the time to walk the ruins first. She missed the Rozen Republica dearly, it had been her favourite human civilisation of this kalpa, and the ones that replaced it weren't any fun. Except for the one that was still yet to come. The Ashen Empire would be quite fun.

Even in these long overgrown ruins, she could see what her Apprentice saw in this city and sighed. The inevitability of growth and collapse in all mortal affairs tired her sometimes and she wished they could be free of the cycle that trapped them.