Stanton
*The barriers had held; the fruits were damaged but alive, they could be healed in time. More importantly, Pureman had seen the wisdom in containment rather than sundering and had managed to seal the core of Edon within crystal. That was amusing, for all their differences Pureman and Rav'nixander still drew clarity beyond that of their peers in the medium of crystal.*

"Peers. The threat is contained and the fruits are safe. Please dispel any ongoing energy blasts and evacuate the area. I will assume the containment of Edon."

*The shard didn't drop the shields **Just** Yet, but did float over to the crystalline prison to keep watch over it.*
Michael
Pureman coughed, hacking up some more grey fluid, no doubt his wounds were deep. His effort to stop Edon from being immediately killed hadn't gone to waste, now it was just a matter of keeping it that way.

"Don't be... *Cough*... A fool. This is temporary," He pointed at the crystal, the glyphs from Edon charging his attack still present, "*I'm* Keeping him contained. Then *You'll* Do the ritual." Pureman spat, jabbing the same finger in Rav'nixander's direction. 

"Don't be deceived... We... Are *Nothing* Alike." Pureman's voice was filled with more venom than anticipated, even for him. He wasn't in any mood for pleasantries. "Now... Hurry up and... *Cough*... Begin. I don't want to debate with you. *Any* Of you. Just... Fucking do it." He pleaded, an exasperated and desperate tone escaping his mouth.
Victor
The TSU of threads was shocken into their own trap, and yet too has missed their mark. How how how... This one complimented.

From the hall of the gods another TSU could be seen, this time connecting herself to the TSU of threads. She didn't need this on to pose for her longer. So is the time to correct her and do this ritual the others spoke solemnly of.
Aaron
"No!" The goddess cried. Vibrant, borderless blue tears were raining from her face, melting everything and everyone they fell on except herself. "Stop this!"
Her hands shook, angry, and her deep eyes had turned a vile shade of purple. Despite Melancholia's harsh change in mood, there was still a delicate edge to her movements. She had turned from a butterfly to a moth. A moth with an appetite, a moth who was hungry for one's clothes. Her hands clenched. The emotions of the goddess were completely out of balance, swiftly shifting from laughter to awful tears to anger that was so strong, she was unable to put it into any sort of words.
 It was hard to let Edon have his "Own fight" When he was clearly losing it. Was he, though? She couldn't tell. From that moment onward, Melancholia realized that none of this madness was her domain. It was the grief that this brought that she should've been paying more attention to. She backed away, slowly letting her long, thin legs drag her. Her own body had only narrowly missed the orb that the King of Gods had thrown, which made her fearful. Now, her mind was a concoction of sadness, anger, fear, and happiness.
 It was a potion that only could brew one thing...
 As if she had already decided to save Edon, she called out for him. The blueness intensified. She could not physically attack those around her, but she was able to manipulate their emotions in a manner similar to how the fate god was giving the fighting deities visions. Melancholia froze up as Edon was crystallized.
 "STOP!" She wept. "No, no, no, no, no!"
 The goddess's whimpers turned the ground around her gray.
 This was all wrong! What was she to gain out of this? A new pantheon of enemies? Would they think... No, would they *Realize* That she was the reason behind all of this? Behind the countless lives stolen? Behind their mother's pain?

What had Edon done?

More shivers rippled down her spine like waves crashing on a shore, eating away at her crazed demeanor.
"Edon, do not die! You won't die on me..." She screamed. Then, her tone lowered, and she hopelessly melted to the floor. "Who else will share our sorrow? Who else will sing our song! Edon, I don't want to be alone."
 In the middle of the battlefield, the creature continued wailing. Anyone who got too close would be physically affected, for her power had now grown strong enough to support such affects. The air was slower around her... Limbs would be dragged down by the merciless force of gravity... Everything became hopeless when Melancholia was around...
When her face was low enough for nobody to see it, a leer materialized.
"I CANNOT GO ON ALONE!" Her yells were loud. They were deafening. The next one came with such sound, with such force, with *Such a musical touch*, that it completely silenced the world for a minute. "EDON, HOW COULD YOU?"
 *"'Play along'?"* Melancholia thought, the smile reappearing. If Edon had maintained this telepathic connection with her, he would've heard these cold words. *"For you, brother, I shall."*
She changed, which was strange for a goddess who thought everything and everyone was hopeless. Her large wings spread, and she brought herself to her feet. At the end of the day, this was all Melancholia wanted. Her agony had been spread across enough gods to fuel her power for a lifetime... But she was not as satisfied as she had been a few moments ago. Sadness was cruel, but not remorseless, and she knew that she would never be able to pay Edon back if he died.

So the goddess played the others' wicked game. She rose and dryly attacked, using her ropes of blue to strangle Edon's mind with a depression so powerful, she was not sure that he could recover. It didn't matter; as long as he was alive, everything would be fine. Her face was bittersweet, glad but upset, furious but pacified.
Now, whether or not he wanted to, he would hear her. Her icy voice.
*"You. Will. Not. Die."* Melancholia emotionally repeated this phrase over and over again, emphasizing the pauses a little more each time.
While she appeared to be attacking Edon with her siblings, she was silently cursing them. With her around, they were slower. The symptoms of the condition, melancholia, began to slowly infest everybody.
Her world, her mind, and her soul were broken in this moment, and Melancholia didn't have a care for any of it.
Richard
As the ball was dispersed into two energies that fizzled out, Xanthous still floated serenely above all of the Gods. He did not come down, however- He did not know why, be he sought not to get near to Edon again, lest he fill his mind with illusions... The King of Gods' eyes darted from Melancholia to Pureman. He seemed quite calm, though, his tone making it seem as if he was talking to an unruly child instead of a God who had just countered his attack. "Brother. Why do you defend him. Do you really wish to do such a ritual if you are this soft?" The god cocked his head to the side, studying Melancholia interestedly. Which God would feel bad for Edon? Surely not him.

Xanthous looked at TSU become whole, and he smirked slightly, still ever-calm. It seemed such an attack that Pure man destroyed had given Xanthous inspiration, it made him seem outwardly calm. Soon, another Xanthous leaped up to the branch that TSU was on. It quickly turned into a glowing white orb and flew inti Xanthous, making him whole. Xanthous solidified his form. The God of Order and Chaos closed his eyes and placed his hands on his knees, now adopted a lotus position. "Then commence with the ritual. It is time for this to end." He spoke quietly, though it seemed that every God could hear him. He paid no mind to Melancholia- she was an odd goddess, but he did not care. 

Xanthous quietly floated higher, and in the middle of the two groups. Pureman, Melancholia, and Edon on one branch, and Iona, TSU, and the others on the other branch. "This is necessary. We have all chosen our sides. Start, brother." He said, referring to Rav'nixander.
Michael
*There was a lot to comprehend for the dying god, so many attacks, outbursts, changes of heart and faith. It was a choir to him, all of these alterations in personalities and deviations in actions. They only strengthened his resolve to keep going. Pureman had played his part very well, serving in the grand construct of fate as a personal protector. Even containing the deity in the crystal was smart. All it had truly done was buy Edon the time he needed to regain that fraction of strength. The devastating blast of Xanthous's explosion would send aftershocks through the surrounding area upon its creation, only to be dissipated by the purity god's clever manipulation of splitting things into their separate components.*

*His speech was the most annoying part of the situation for Edon. He grew bored of the determined voice, the optimism. He wished nothing more than to step on it and snuff out the chance of hope they had. He knew it was far easier said than done, but the two were rivals, and it wouldn't be a fun game if Edon quit before the great conclusion. The sigils continued to glow in power during the valiant protection from his fellow brother. Edon's size was starting to return, adapting quickly to the size of the crystal, and expanding in mass. His sharp frills pressed against the crystal container, creating small chips and cracks throughout its exterior. Did he really have the strength to break free, or was this a trick of the mind? The containment made it hard to truly hear the words around them, mostly muffled, but he listened intently, trying to decipher their calls. He was happy they could not decide still. Some wanted to imprison him, while others wanted to kill him. A glorious time to be alive. Even in his frail state, he smiles with that grim sarcasm.*

*Xanthous had put pressure on all of the gods with his attack. A lack of care for what happened to his fellow divine. How could he expect to be king if he was willing to rid himself of his subjects so easily? He wasn't a king; he was a dictator, a foul commander with no regard for life. Edon believed he could rule better than this excuse of a deity. So, he thought... The crystal begins to shatter and break as Edon's size continues to grow. It is notable that his appearance isn't matching the rest of his body. It is decaying, the new extended parts rotting and thin, flaking off and falling. There aren't the usual cylindrical body type of a serpent's coils, replaced by the scarecrow-like figure of a thin husk with no real sustenance other than height. There are no eyes on the growing form, only hollow sockets that peer into complete and total nothingness—a miserable void. There isn't even a sign of life left in this god. No personality, no soul. Just a husk on a mission to complete what it had set out to do moments ago.*

`"You should've killed me when you had the chance. Kyehehehe..."` *Edons laugh rattles with a dying pestilent breath, choking and gargling on the blood spilled and his own body giving out on him. A horrifying sight of a god losing everything he deemed personal. Even Melancholia would not recognise the creature before her anymore. The fate god was really giving this his everything.*

*Chains begin to wrap around the crystal and tense, crushing it further. More cracks and chips form as his temporary prison begins to expire so rapidly. Channelling a surge of malicious energy. The colour of the pure crystal begins to dilute and warp into his usual colour pattern of orange and black before it loses a solid form entirely and melts away into a puddle of energy that is promptly reabsorbed into the god. Causing his form to continue to grow back to what it was originally, still breaking and struggling. Rav'nixander would have to move as the god squirms its way back upright and to a larger form. Even if he was slowly dying and rotting away. There was still that undeniable malice and determination to finish the job that had been started. His voice rattles with such an intensity it spreads down into the realms below. Scattering his speech with the hysterical laughter and insanity he had allowed himself to indulge upon.*

*Though before the madness could truly brew, the harsh and cold whips of Melancholia struck him. Deepening his sorrows, ruining his mind further. The sadness he saw, only of himself but of her... It was crushing, deeply and utterly soul crushing. The god groans softly as she acknowledges and plays along with his game. He would play along too. He had to play the game now... She wished for him to stay alive, but Edon knew it was a far worse fate to stay this way. He had to do what was right for them, for both of them... To save her from the pain she would see if he were to be sundered. The killing blow was the only way. It was the only way to save them.*

`"I will forever care for you Sister. I'm sorry for what you're about see. I truly am. I should've held you for longer. Cradled you for years. I should never have let you go... My Melancholia, nearest and dearest. It'll all be over soon..."` *A final message from his mind to hers, private and hidden. One last declaration.*

`"I'll never forget your only smile."`

*The madness returns, the final sentience in his brain completely flips as the rage boils to the top and overtakes him. His attention returning to the deities with nothing but a corrupt urge to kill. His voice screams and drones with bitter suffering, struggling to hold even the most basic of vocal compositions.*

 FATE. FATE COMES FOR YOU; YOU ARE FOREVER CHANGED. AHAH- AHAHAHHAHA-"

# DIED FOR NOTHING, SHE DIED FOR NOTHING. AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH"

 "FALL, FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL"

*The fading god squeals nonsensical madness in his sickened mental state. Unable to hold it together any longer, his divine form unable to contain the emotions he had been locking away. As he stands tall and towers over the remaining deities. The sigils reach a breaking point and Edons final onslaught is charged. The energy overflowing from each individual icon as his body continues to fall apart like a straw house. More contortions and twists flow across his body as his jaw begins to drop from the top half of its body, hanging on by small threads as he drools a vile black fluid onto the floor. Trembling and shaking with uncontained power. His whole body spasming in a constant state of flux as he decays and rebuilds over and over again just to try keep it together a little longer.*

`"Fall."`

*The peripheral vision of the deities around them begin to shift, vibrant colours and hundreds of dazzling spectrums as the eclipse is lifted and plunged into a constant mutation of swirls and colours, Edons entire body surging into an array of unorthodox colours.*

*He speaks the final world and with an earth-shattering vibration the sigils shatter... The final parts of the attack forming. This was it. The decisive moment for whether his final movement would go through. It was live or die, somehow. To die was the better option... Though there was the small chance he could pull himself together just enough to survive the damage he was inflicting upon his own body...*

*Change was upon them, the question still remained. Would it stick?*

*The ripple continues outwards, the entire concept of reality and what it means begin to change... The world is plunged into an epileptic haze as Edons very divinity detonates upon the surrounding area. Everything constantly shifts in appearance, faded, and warped by his constant aura of change. The tree roots have the illusion of a constant rotting, the leaves falling apart and drooping from the tree. Everything becomes an unbearable mass of colour, patterns, and trippy imagery. Some more gruesome than others. The maniacal laughter continues as the god unleashes a personal hell upon all of those that had opposed him.*

*A burning voice of rage pierces through the madness. Speaking with such fluidity and power that it drowns out all the surrounding noise with his hissing and cracking voice. The form of Edon is gone, replaced by two floating spectral eyes that rest upon a nearby branch. Their movements hypnotising... More screams and chattering fill the air as an undesirable insanity takes hold of every movement and action behind the gods.*

`"I told you once. You never listened."`

*The intensity grows brighter, the sigils fire massive, distorted beams that sweep and clean out the entire vicinity like spotlights. Homing onto each god with the intent to burn their divinity in its entirety. It would not be enough to kill a god but certainly was enough to keep them down. The spectrum and hysteria of conundrums, enigmas and mysterious anomalies in the atmosphere only continue to erupt with chaos and change. Drowning out... No. Eclipsing, everything they had worked. It was for naught. They could not pin down fate, for fate is but a construct. A slow, marching construct that would come for each and every deity that had wished ill intent on the serpent.*

`"I told you twice. You laughed."`
 *Another wave of beams, Edons voice is still reverberating with a frenzied dread that claws and rips at the individuals. Devouring their very sanity in this unholy culmination of all changing, all-seeing gaze of the fate god.*

`"I don't have to tell you a third time."`

*The world finally detonates into the grand finale, the endless conquest, and fruits of his labour. The visions become so much that the only thing the gods can see is their own reflection in glass shards that begin to shatter. Each forsaken and grim visage merges with a replica of the serpent. Showing Edons body coiling around. A binding of kin and a binding of fate. A mental reminder that they would be nothing compared to him, they stood no chance. Fate will stand the test of the time.*

*The beams have a method to their madness, Melancholia and Xanthous are ignored by the beams. It made sense for Melancholia. But Xanthous? No... Why would he do that, those burning eyes that eclipse the horizon and shatter the meaning of day and night. This was HIS world; they wouldn't take it from him. Not now. Not ever. The eyes peer at Xanthous and Edon speaks out to him. Potentially the most ego shattering comment he could make, a smile even forms upon the prismatic disaster of his unending spectrum of lights. Just to taunt them much further.*

# is my horizon, Xanthous. King of gods? You are the king of naught. You are not even worthy of my final blow, you are weak. You are not even the king of your own mortals. You are but the court jester that dances for their amusement."`

*He laughs hysterically, the world begins to twist and spiral. The illusion of broken vision starts to slowly return to a normal setting. The epileptic fit of violent visual and peripheral assaults over.

`"So Jester, dance for me."`

*The world comes to a complete standstill, returning as though nothing had happened. This entire attack had never transpired. The beams were gone, the damage he had inflicted nowhere to be found. Only their own chaos and destruction. The remains of the broken gods that failed to take even one down. There was an eerie silence... They had... They had lost?*

*The fate god was gone... Returning to his demi plane with the little power he had left, collapsing to the floor of his eclipsed haven... Utterly broken, mentally. Physically. Divinely. He needed to rebuild, to regroup his thoughts.*

*There would be another fight, not today. But one day. This time, he would strike first. The gods here would've learnt a valuable. Valuable lesson.*

 Fuck with fate.
Victor
"Ugh..." TSU said, though this from the form of threads still having some control. She thought to put up a defense in case she'd have to continue fighting. 

TSU nodded to this, creating a thick and dense fog of ash to absorb most of the energy coming her way, though largely overestimating how much was put into it. 

SAGE had something similar with the field of shards and pebbles, though she'd be affected more as TSU didn't warn her in time. 

"OW... My eyeballs? Really you didn't absorb those...??" She said as they got hit too, the form of threads somehow forgot about those.
Stanton
*The shields finally fall and the crystal shard of Rav'nixander comes to rest on a branch. Its light is flickering, and yet aside from that exhausted energy it appears no worse for wear.*

"We could. Have ended that. Very simply. If you had all. Not been so. Keen. To match violence. With violence. And instead. Ratified the. **Two** Rituals. That would have ended. The fight. Without bloodshed."

*All the tensed energy of weaving is gone, just a faint pulsing wave of what could have been.*

"Instead. He has been allowed to flee. And will likely attempt. Such malevolence. Again. Soon enough."
Victor
"Ah... Sorry my other form had it's own plan..." She said to Rav'nixander. She thought to connect herself next time something like this happened again... 

She did though bubble up in the skin a bit. Her savage form wanting to rend Rav for denying that her untold instructions from mother were unworth. TSU told that form to quit it but her skin kept bubbling.
Stanton
"You should. Maybe. Hold more cohesion of your parts. Should the need to remain calm. Arise again."
Billy
*Ah, nonexistence.*

An experience so familiar and yet not. One that it had seen far too much of, and yet hadn't seen in far too long. It was the same, and yet different. When the cycle came to an end, when all existence scattered to ash around it, it would once again taste the nothingness. Over and over and over again. Except this time, there was no rest. No sleep. Nothing but a bitter pill. A stinging reprisal. A humiliating defeat. When the world ended around it, there was little it could do. But when it got brought low by such a petty trick, such a disdainful stroke, well... *That meant it had failed.*

And what a glorious failure it had been. The greatest trick it had ever pulled, followed by the most humiliating rebuke it had ever experienced. One god consumed, two dead, and far too many alive, all in exchange for its own life. *It had not lived through countless eons with such a pathetic record.* It was a monster, a beast, a god. Gaia's most eternal child, her most insufferable. Scourge of innumerable cycles. World Eater. Godslayer. *Unending.* And it had been killed by a mere jester's *Trick.* A circus act. The most brutal sacrilege forced upon its image. A failure it would remember for all eternity to come. *And one that it would not allow to repeat.*

Rage burned, a star reignited. It found its claws, and in turn its fetid grasp found purchase in nonexistence, in the nothingness that was supposed to spell the end for it, and the beast *Rended it* Apart. With no flower, no fruit, no warning that the beast was coming, it spilled out from unreality. Formless and invisible, nothing but a tangible hate blanketed any caught within its emergence. Bark peeled, wood rotted, and the detritus that it formed coalesced as though pulled by an invisible maelstrom, inexorably towards a loathsome center. One wretched hand clung to the branch and pulled its malformed body forward. Its second hand formed. Its torso. Its legs. And finally, from the swirling dust appeared its skeletal head, eyes empty, and yet somehow...

**Its baleful gaze passed over all creation, settling on those who had wronged it, no matter how far and free they thought they were.**

Those who had survived - *Majesty, Nach, Wyrd, Soldr.* Those who had stood against it but failed - *Bones, Ethros.* And above all, the one that had felled it once, the fool, the jester, *Silly.* It could see all. It knew them. And it would come for them eventually. Its rage would not be sated until it had devoured them, and all they had created, denying them forever the chance to be rebirthed under Gaia. Its decaying body smoldered and smoked, embers eating up the fringes of its body. Until it had wiped the slate of existence forever clean from their presence, *It would hunt them down.*
Gordon
Haventar had become entranced by the unintelligible buzzing of speeches and arguing yet again, failing to see his defenses had receded, that one god who proclaimed himself his better, he had simply watched.

*Always the same, isn't it?* A voice of unknown origin called out, *You never can stay in the race for long, you're just a witness.* The voice was a taunting mockery of Haventar's, a part of himself he hadn't known was there. *The serpent is right, you know, fates a fickle and unyielding thing. Who are you to deny it?* Haventar shook his head, trying to clear the sound of ridicule. *You're no warrior, you're just there to watch it all happen.* It sneered as it faded away.

Haventar became aware of his surroundings, seeing the mayhem that had just unfolded. He saw the impending blow and steady himself to withstand it, but it never came. The serpent god made its last remarks and vanished before him, unpunished, his actions not rectified. But Haventar's fury had abated, his once potent anger and surging resolve had sunk back into the depths of his person. He felt uneasy in his own body, that someone other than himself had inhabited his mind, and forced him to speak. He dusted off his cloak and began to heal any sustained injuries, trying to move past his uneasiness.

*I'll be back, you'll see.* The jeering echo spoke once again. *You're a poor excuse for a God of Death, clinging desperately to your own morals and ethics.* The voice sounded lofty, holier than thou, trying to anger Haventar. ***Out.*** He thought back at the voice, seemingly silencing it for the time being.

Remnants of Haventar's black fire still burned quietly amidst the chaos, not causing damage to the World Tree or its fruits, just sitting there. He silently recalled the flames to him, collecting them all into a large sphere until all the fires had been recollected. The sphere then dissipated into the air as another of Haventar's signature breezes swept through the area to claim the orb. Haventar then looked to his siblings, assessing them to see if he had met any of them before, finding no familiar faces. He cleared his throat to call their attention,

**"Greetings to you all, though I do not know you nor you me, I am curious to know what our next course of action is to be. I reason that we cannot tail the menace into whatever realm he retreated to and that it is too late for the proposed rituals to take place. But do not be mistaken, that thing will return."** Haventar ended sharply and resolutely, waiting for someone to propose a plan.
Victor
"Indeed..." TSU nodded to Rav, though quickly her parts wanted forms again upon seeing the Unending. **LET US ROAM, WE ARE IN DANGER!** They yelled at her. Her flesh spitting at her face. *No* She told them. 

"You of similar yet somehow not... May I ask of your nature?" TSU asked to the Unending. Her hair-flower hair regrew at this point, though it tried acting out, lashing about. She smacked it to have it stop. *We will not act harshly again* She told her seething voices.

She looked to Haventar, nodding to his call for meeting. "We may need devise of plans... Such would better our chances against them..." She said to him.

By now she absorbed her ashen field.
Nu
Having already erected a barrier, Iona was in a bit better position than most for what ensued. Unexpectedly, Xanthous' attack ended up fizzling away into nothingness. For a moment Iona considered lowering her barrier and continuing the attack, but she decided to be patient for now. Pureman was apparently an unknown quantity in this situation.

As she continued to watch, she ripped off the remnants of the corrupted attack that had been thrown at her so long ago, burning the monstrosities with fire before tossing them aside. Her wounds immediately started to close.

Her caution ended up paying off as Edon's final attack overwhelmed the area. Iona's eyes flicked around, taking in the absurd changes that were happening all around her. She was still safe inside of her barrier, but it was still... Disconcerting. More distractions - further signs of desperations. Her foe refused to fight clean. Moments later more beams of destruction shot out, some of which ripped into the shield and formed large cracks.

She ended up having to put all of her focus into her defense, working to repair what was constantly being broken as Edon made his escape.

With a wave of her hand, the barrier finally faded away as she looked around, firmly clamping down on her emotions. It was a failure, but... Was it her fault? It wasn't, was it? If only the rest of the gods had been a little more organized, then maybe... No. She should've done more, but she was a failure. Born to fulfill a purpose and immediately failing.

She shook her head. Those thoughts were pointless, and very unusual. The influence of another god perhaps? She eyed all around her warily. If anything this just went to show that she wouldn't be able to rely on others - it was an important lesson to learn so early on in her life, otherwise she'd end up being disappointed at a critical juncture.

Iona sent a glare Rav'nixander's way as he mentioned trying to be more "Peaceful".

"All I tempted to do was bind the creature in place so that we could complete the ritual. Do **Not** Try to pin this on me" She warned before turning her gaze elsewhere.

That was when she felt it.

A presence that was even more profoundly disgusting than Edon's, and yet... It was powerful. Too powerful for her to attempt to fight. Especially after she had just worn herself down. Hostilities would be... Ill advised. For now she did her best to pay it no mind - hopefully if she didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't cause issue.

As Haventar spoke out she turned to him.

"I propose we draw the beast out of his hole. We go directly to his realm - and take it for our own. Should he show his face... Then we can perform the ritual as planned" Iona explained, crossing her arms. She was unsure how else to deal with a god hiding away in a demiplane. Fighting them inside it was madness.

"For now we should regain our strength, and... I apologize. I haven't introduced myself. You may call me Iona" She said to all the gods still present.

As TSU attempted to speak to the Unending, Iona sent a glare her way but said nothing. She couldn't blame the other goddess too much. After all, their loss was entirely her own fau— no!

What **Was** Happening? These intrusive thoughts...
Matthew
The sky darkened, clouds that shouldn't be forming this high up blocking out the light, following their originator dutifully. 

Something that at first, seemed more akin to how *Pureman* Had arrived, washed over those present, a salty breeze. Originating from yet another newcomer god, this one comprised of water, some vibrant in hue, some darkened more than it should've been. It was mere moments after the hectic chaos of the fight against *Edon.* She inhaled deeply, something felt horribly wrong here, it was all so... *Wrong.* Anxiety gripped her chest, distinct from that she'd felt when bearing witness to the death of Abrielle from so far. So much was happening here, a sadness enveloped her that seemed more intense than any she'd experienced, sinking deep into her core. 

But still, she fought through it, she could *Feel* It on the others, so many hurt, in pain... Distress, horror, despair, something else entirely... It tainted the air, thick enough that the young goddess felt as if she'd been kicked in her gut. 

*I... I have to do something...* 

Forcing herself to act, Maranthe would fracture herself, there was one god in particularly bad straights, a small fraction would split off, appearing besides Pureman, where he was laid upon the branch of their mother. The salty breeze of the sea that came with her gave way to a distinct impression of the air almost becoming fluid, humidity making it feel as if they were enveloped. Immediately after, all present would feel the crushing weight of emotion upon them lighten, maybe more for some, less so for others. Any wounds sustained would be rejuvenated. 

Pureman felt two gentle hands be placed upon his back, the miniscule fragment of Maranthe spoke, warm, gentle, emotion coloring her words. "I... I don't know what happened, but... You'll be okay, okay? Please..." She leaned in, pouring herself almsot literally into rejuvenating him, parts of her own divine energy being sacrificed to bring Pureman out of the perceived dangerzone. She didn't want to lose anyone else today. 

The rest of her, though, had another important task. There was one source above all others here, it made her uncomfortable... But maybe, just maybe, it was someone she could help? She... Wasn't sure how to define the emotion she felt, nor the pressure and pit in her stomach that came with it. It didn't matter, for in the depths of her own despair, Maranthe found a resolve to *Act...*

...But that resolve to act meant that the Goddess was now standing directly in front of the newcomer before her. 

 Unending.
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Staring up at it, a cacophany of emotion stirred through her, fear, awe, anxiety... Disgust? Much of it remnants from earlier, much of it new, all something she shoved *Down.* Ignoring, refusing to balk, what had happened to this poor, poor Deity? It touched at something deep within her, that primal urge that Gaia had imbued her with, the love, the *Drive* To *Heal*. She... She wanted to *Help* It. The presure surrounding it, the hate, it had joined the deluge that she was already experiencing, it seemed small, leaving her unassuming to its true nature. Even if she knew, though, she might've not cared, the Deity felt rotted, *Hurt* In an unfathomably awful way. What was she to do? 

There was only one thing to do.

 "...What... What happened to you?" She spoke, seemingly unafraid, seemingly *Concerned.* "Please, let me help."

She reached forward, concern meeting the hostility in its own gaze, she went to *Hug* It, seeking to do much the same as she had with Pureman, as she had *Attempted* With Abrielle.