They remembered, they remembered it all like it was yesterday.
They remembered it with such vivid imagery that the emotions were still there. It was as though they had been frozen in the moment of battle, forced into a slumber and now they were woken.
And with their rise from a nearly eternal slumber, came utter grieving for their great loss.
Oh Change, their god, their darling mad god. How much had he suffered without them?
Alone, in Myriad Heaven, no one to talk to for all these years. No one to talk to him, nothing to interact with.
Myriad Heaven was not like this in the past. There used to be no need for the soil and sky to constantly change shape, the inhabitants would change their environments by themselves.
But look at what they had done to him? Look at what they had done to their darling mad god.
Such sin could not be forgiven. Even death could not sufficiently wipe out such offense.
