A fire god stood in the vast and empty chamber, his tall body draped in black robes. His once bright eyes were now dimmed with grief, and his face was contorted with sadness and regret. The god's face was turned towards the flames, but he found no comfort in them. He had once loved the fire, but now it only reminded him of the horrors that his wife had endured. His wife… was the light of his world… he couldn’t imagine a world without her.

But now he was experiencing a world without her