The last thing that Guest can remember was the roaring of voices in their ears, the feeling of Ichor on their hands, the voice of the theit commanders, or were they the commander? At this point they've been sealed alone for so long the memories, the truth, and the fiction of those events blended together into one timeline.

The magic of the Sealing Spell coursed through their veins, and on their skin like ivy on an old and decrepit tree.

The magic, however, felt much more frail, less like binding chains as strong as the truth and more like thin twine that as frail as a lie. The magic had deteriorated over the many thousands of years of neglect and soon

THUD

The sound boomed out throughout their sealed tomb as they had finally fallen on the cold stone that felt as warm as the Noon Day Sun after years of absolute senslessness, the only thing for entertainment were their mind and their thighs alone, but now, they're free

Up in the heavens above the world, in a dimension all to their own, the Gods feel like something has come to a stop, a feeling they've grown to ignore finally gone, making the void where it was like a gaping hole in their chest