Yrael is almost amused by the anger--seems he struck a nerve.]
But will it be better, or do you merely think it will be such? I've seen the end of which you speak, young god. I've seen the world destroyed six times over, to be remade seven.
[He sends over an image--a memory, older than the human concept of time. It's of a great, thunderous cloud hovering ominously above a blasted landscape, nothing but Death as far as the horizon stretches, surrounding a core of light blinding to look at in its intensity. It's something he has shown no one, and there are none left who remember it save him and a shadow.
His mental voice, when he speaks again, is a crackling hiss that somehow echoes, even transmitted without sound.]
See the world you would have, little Destroyer. Is this what you want?
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Yrael is almost amused by the anger--seems he struck a nerve.]
But will it be better, or do you merely think it will be such? I've seen the end of which you speak, young god. I've seen the world destroyed six times over, to be remade seven.
[He sends over an image--a memory, older than the human concept of time. It's of a great, thunderous cloud hovering ominously above a blasted landscape, nothing but Death as far as the horizon stretches, surrounding a core of light blinding to look at in its intensity. It's something he has shown no one, and there are none left who remember it save him and a shadow.
His mental voice, when he speaks again, is a crackling hiss that somehow echoes, even transmitted without sound.]
See the world you would have, little Destroyer. Is this what you want?