The gods watched quietly, reservedly. Their silence was poignant and accusing. Each of them had a theory about the events unfolding on earth. Some thought the apocalypse to be just, that the magical creatures and humans deserved to be wiped from history. Others thought the act too crude, too distasteful; beyond their godly nature. Even as these particular gods thought this, they did not voice their thoughts. Deep down, they were enjoying the show.
Only one god was truly heartbroken by Armageddon. He had tried everything in his power to stop it. He had used his gift in manipulating time to grant mercy on those stubborn creatures. He had even gifted his latest prodigy with the ability to teleport even if it meant that she could be destroyed with magic, unlike the other anchors.
“I faile
