Divinity form and Divinity died, reformed, died again. Reformed again. A God could die, a Goddess may perish, but they would come back. young yet old, evolved yet unchanged, new homes built on ancient foundations. Some creatures though refused to pass on, whether due to themselves or because of bindings. Neneria's Legion was one. There were others.
And in the middle of Arika's Jungle, lifeless apart from itself, in a pit surrounded by teeth, one chipped. A lion roared, a snake slithered on the ground, a vulture spread its wings. A crocodile crawled out of the water. Small still, but they had plenty to grow on.
After all, a Divine could bring solace and silence, could put hearts at rest, could stop an imminent danger. But nothing could defeat humanity's strongest instinct from outside. Terror within could only be defeated by oneself.
