Ending A

“Cyrus,” I heard Alexandra call, “get behind me.”

“Do not protect him. If you would have cared from the beginning, then an in-numerous amount of them could have been saved. Why, little goddess, even your precious Paragon? Faye, I recall her name. Even if you can create her again, does it not bother you that she was destroyed in the first place?”

“She is as we are,” Alexandra said. “She will not be bothered by your little games as she knows her purpose, which you do not seem to.”

“Then it doesn’t matter if I kill your little mortal friend, does it?” He said.

And as he did, a sickly black smoke approached from behind the death god towards the gods and me.

With the fog/mist gone, I saw that the new smoke cloud was as tall and wide as I could see, and I was pretty confident in my sight.

“Cyrus, take my hand. I must lend you our power, or you will not be if you are hit by Urien’s madness.” Alexandra said as she held out her hand.

I took it but had to ask, “whaddya mean ‘lend you our power’