"So, it was like this."
"What made us choose opposite directions..." murmured the Lord of the Mist.
The fire in the room had already gone out, and outside, fluffy snowflakes were falling.
He pushed open the door and walked down the steps, leaving long trails in the snow with his footprints.
The entire city was silent, the Lord of the Mist moved slowly, stopping before each person on the street, seemingly to memorize their appearance or perhaps simply enjoying being among them.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the entire city began to collapse until only a small graveyard remained.
"I may not be able to kill you, but I can destroy this plane."
He opened his hand, and the tombstones before him shattered, with several coffins emerging from the soil, containing parts of the Lord of the Mist.
