章 218: My Last Tears (final)

Rowan could imagine what they were seeing, a flaming tree monster twelve feet tall with the person they called Erohim, held in his flaming fist, while moments before a flashing light had reaped hundreds of lives from the celebrating community. It was one disaster after another and like insects trapped in amber, they were frozen in place while awaiting their fate.

Dorian continued speaking, "I dislike their endless prattle, mortals. I can feel your rage, Earth god. This is not my fault, you know. We both know that there is nothing more fragile than a mortal, even stones have their place, and they can endure the ravages of the weather, and time, you could actually break them, and they are still stone… well, smaller stones, but you get my point."