Sylas looked up at the eye, his body having already returned to that of a human. His gaze didn't seem moved or bothered by it any longer.
He sat on the top of the mountain, overlooking Earth as white clouds with just the slightest hint of gold in them floated by. It almost looked as though the gods had sprinkled ambrosia onto their whole planet, and the union of the peak of life and the peak of death was truly a sight to behold.
To say that the planet had reached an unprecedented state of beauty still felt like an understatement.
The ocean waters that protected them in rings around their world had changed. From a radiant, beautiful blue, they became roaring rivers of white gold and black gold, the contrast and dichotomy of the churning liquid pulling at the heart.
