Winds Of Change- Salvation & Damnation

Chapter Ten - Epilogue

Chapter Ten of Ten

Epilogue:

A flash of blue and white time rippled around Exodus swallowing him from reality and hastily dragging him through Alestia's boiling crust. He found himself surrounded by the rich essence of gold sprinkling time ravaging the intruding black-burning chaos, repairing the threads of the universe taking back what was rightfully its own.

His shouts of surprise echoed endlessly no longer warped and godly feeling so alone in a realm infinitely more powerful than he was, a mere spec to the grand design as a tiny voice in an ocean of incredible power. Big gears, little gears, all kinds of gears ticked and tocked in impossible directions shifting orbs of sand continuously.

Exodus's long plunge falling for what seemed forever and a second more trying to find Blur or anyone recognisable in this fleeting vastness of gold sandy space, hearing a constant ticking prickling his skin in familiarity and terror. Was this to be his final fate?

Steeling himself trying to handle his unruly harsh breaths and panicking mind he summons a facade of level-headedness to whatever happens next he surely deserves it. Howl will demand a lethal price of justice against Exodus and his crimes, accepting this he didn't dare hope for survival yet an angelic hymn cut through his mind fortress luring him out to the cold reality facing him.

So familiar yet always terrifying the wolf could never admit this to his mortal allies recognising her voice had been there from the very start, she had been a presence with Exodus through all his misadventures and happy accidents. As if a wild dog to a bone she was more than ready to feast on the god, chewing on his lengthy existence weaning down his strands of time.

Feeling the realm slowly stop twisting spirals around him Exodus finds there is simply nothing but power that he's floating on, simply standing before the judging clockface of time his paws straightened to his side stiff with nerves trying to keep them together. At last, he did it.

Victory over chaos in Blur's final moments watching her flourish with great light and delight. His tired bones are ready for rest.

Sacrifice...mercy...heroics.

Genocide...eradication and hatred.

This is what time herself has witnessed from Exodus's life before and after his involvement with Alestia's fate. Dictated by his looped murder victims as if it was built into the fabric of space itself his fate was always going to live up to the motto "a fate worse than death". And this is exactly what happened.

With great ease and satisfying enchanting humming she pulls on her strings of time weaving Exodus into an eternal prison, the terrible crimes committed on Alestias soil had ensured the time of the Triumvirates would never end, robbing Exodus of the one release he had hoped for.

Death.

Lifted from the shadowy dunes of time, Exodus will always know it was her decision that punished him with this weight around his neck dropping him back to where it all started. His mind was scarred with the blood of billions and the lies he told his spawn, knowing full well that without the Triumvirate's intervention Alestia would forever be inhabited by the Monarchy alone.

Echoing fragments merged and grew from his consciousness as shattering glass cracked around the wolf god, painfully heavy burning breaths burden Exodus. Thrown through an obsidian mirror he found himself stunned in his realm with the world around him reforming into an astral mist of gold, ruby red, and midnight purples. All welcoming him back...home? Her singing still angelic keeping the Triumvirates company as she always has done.

Time, not just a prison but a constant companion to the gods, experiencing every failure and every success ensuring they can never live in the security of history.