The heel of Eos came down with the sound of ending.
It was the small, quiet, honest end that came to all things. The end of a candle. The end of a breath. The end of a war that had lasted longer than any war had the right to last.
Perhaps it was a death that was a bit too mild for a creature such as Enoch, but Eos did not care to extend this war longer than he should, and as long as Enoch dies, this was all that mattered.
Enoch's face crumpled inward, the remnants of the ichor in his veins ceased flowing, and the mouths that had torn themselves from every surface of his body fell silent, one by one.
And at the very end, his eye went dark, and they were filled with anguish, shock, and fear… it was a very mortal expression for a being that once had the power to dictate the fate of all beings inside Existence.
Eos sighed as he stood over the body of the thing that had called itself the end of all things, and he did not feel triumphant.
