The All-Father staggered to his feet, his divine aura flickering like a candle in a storm, threatening to extinguish. His fingers gingerly touched the sting on his forehead, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the horror that now gripped his soul. His eyes darted frantically, shrinking to mere pinpricks as his gaze swept over the desolation that stretched endlessly around him. His lips quivered, his voice faltering in disbelief. Where once stood the proud Palace of Paradise, its spires reaching to the heavens, now lay jagged ruins. The radiant waterfalls that cascaded like liquid light were no more, their divine streams dried up into silence. The lush greenery, a testament to his heavenly domain, was replaced by cracked earth and lifeless, ashen plains.