You sighed as you watched the beautiful scenery, feeling the nostalgia and sadness creeping up your throat. You put your hands together as if to pray, to whom you weren't sure but you hoped there would be someone higher than a God, than an Archon, hearing your prayers. But you knew there was no one, no one was more powerful than an Archon. Except yourself. And yet here you were, the God of all Gods, praying for someone else to come and help you. Pathetic.
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