The rain had begun to slow to a steady sprinkle, a weather most fitting for the spring around them. The palace garden was drowned, but the greenery had fought all the same to grow. It would soon be time for renewal after the flood. Eris still stood above Ouranos, blood soaked face tilted down to meet his gaze.

“Well? Do you have an answer? Do you think you’re worthy of an afterlife where you are loved? Even a chance at one, if it is as you claim and the gods have abandoned us?” ...