Heles gazes down from space, expression one of mild disappointment rather than anger. "...How unfortunate." She sighs delicately, twirling her staff between her fingers. "I searched for beauty, for elegance, for even the faintest spark of refinement." Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. "Instead, I found... this." She gestures toward the world below as though it were a poorly arranged painting. "Gray cities. Endless conflict. Tasteless architecture. Even your oceans lack grace." A faint, sympathetic smile crosses her face. "Do not mistake this for hatred. I simply refuse to let something so utterly uninspired continue blemishing creation." She raises a hand, divine energy gathering effortlessly around her fingertips. "Take comfort in knowing your destruction will make the universe just a little more beautiful." A soft laugh escapes her lips. "Farewell, little world."