Broken by One, Desired by All
And I watched, from two paces away, blood blind in one eye, as the ascension of the Sigen Lord failed.
The armor cracked. Plate by plate, the black abyssal shell splitting along lines that hadn't been there, and what bled out of the cracks was unstable energy, red-gold-dark and ragged, unfinished god rotting off him in real time, the purchase failing because the payment had stopped. The glow in his eyes guttered. And he knew it. I watched him know it, watched the knowledge go through the ruin of him, and then the being who had arranged a war like a man arranging a harvest, who had thanked us for the final deposit, came apart into his single notes, and one of the notes was panic.