In the darkness of space, a bright light flashed and it disappeared soon after. This light appeared inconsequential in the grand void of space, but this was the only indication that the SG–-Harridon and her two thousand crew and Captain were dead or about to die in the case of the Captain.
In the wreckage, an Angel held up the decapitated head of Sir Reynold, it was a now smoldering wreckage, still burning with golden Angelic flames. The face was contorted with pain and despair, but there was still life in this head that was fading slowly, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to curse his enemies but it was futile.
An Earth god took a while to die, if he was left in this state, then without the immediate soul-devouring properties of Rowan it would take a while for him to perish, maybe weeks, months, or even years. An Earth god was the closest thing to the divine.
