Circe held herself and wept silently, even though the place that was destroyed was mostly filled with military personnel who were aware of the risk of their profession it did not detract from the fact that they had families, dreams…
Her mind went to a figure that seemed to be made from everlasting metal. How did he do it? How could he fight against the gods, and bear the billions that perished as a result of those actions?
Unlike a mortal who could not visualize the death of a hundred people in stark detail, Circe's mind was capable of so much more and she could almost feel the stares of a million souls boring into her Spirit, their eyes were filled with flames and they reached for her, seeking to make her feel the pain she had inflicted on them.
She woke up screaming.
Circe had unknowingly fallen asleep, but it was not for long, by her estimation she had barely been asleep for less than forty-five seconds.
