The mortals below were filled with awe and fear. They marveled at the two beings, torn between worshipping or escaping. They feasted on the sight of power, yet cowered the moment it raged like a typhoon.
The broken sky screamed in agony as it bled once more with flames and smoke.
The war continued while the heavens gazed upon the destruction brought by the greed and desire of those in power. They did not get involved; their will remained within their realm, manifesting as bolts of energy that struck relentlessly.
"It will end soon."
Gilas stated it as if it were a fate that would inevitably come to pass.
The Goddess of Light remained silent, though her divinity surged deep within, seeking to aid her champion.
Her silence was her defiance against the outcome she dreaded.
