However, in the final second before his consciousness fully cleared, the former God of Meteorology still took note of the fate of his adversary. The result, however, made him curse out loud.
"So, I'm the only one who didn't even leave a corpse behind?"
As the thought crossed his mind, he then sunk into a cold slumber, all that was happening on the battlefield now irrelevant to him. But it could be imagined that Crius's sleep would likely only last for a brief moment.
Soon, he would awaken anew in the "Boisterous Hollow Tunnels." Unharmed in essence and perhaps, before long, he might even celebrate the victory of the Nine Hells.
...
In the first layer of Hell, near the gateway blasted open by the Mother of Demons.
At some unknown time, the once tranquil teenage deity who sat here playing his flute had vanished without a trace, leaving only a handful of grey feathers drifting down in the empty mid-air, with only two slumbering Demon Gods remaining.
