The God King watched us constantly now, his invisible Eye hovering in the sky like a second ghostly moon. We could all feel his gaze upon us, cold and calculating. He was looking, I knew, for a weakness to exploit, for any flaw or limitation that might give him an advantage.
Let him watch, I thought with grim satisfaction. All he will see is his end drawing nearer.
Perhaps now he would know the special agony that he had inflicted on so many others over the course of his impossibly long life. Perhaps now he would know what it was to count the footsteps of his own approaching doom, to hoard the final moments of his existence, paying each one reluctantly, excruciatingly, out. Perhaps he would finally understand that time-- that most intangible of things-- is the only currency of real value in this universe.
And how tightly one holds onto that last precious coin!