Crumbling

Caius Ballad sat on his eternal throne; the smug victory over the warrior goddess had long since grown stale. He had watched his once happy and vibrant Yeul—the only happy and vibrant Yeul, the last of them—wilt underneath the sorrow. Her slight frame could no longer bear the pain of the centuries, the heaviness of two broken heart, and the unsatisfied longing in her soul.