God, what a loud word for a creature that is affected by erosion.

And now there is hardly a memory to piece together. All that remains is a destructive hatred that targets only one person - Alhaitham.

All that's left of the city is ruins, it feels like the world itself is falling apart, and mad god towers over the wounded man, that wiped the blood from his mouth:

«You were always a pain to deal with.»

Alhaitham's hand griping sword harder, he wounded badly but no one can save him.