As Nergal observed, a portal opened, through which his sister entered.
"Nergal, I came to apologise for my behaviour. Striking you was not the right thing to do, I should have explained how I treasure my creations properly."
"I really don't care, what I do care about, is what the hell those things are.
"Oh, I believe they're called elves. Seems they are trying to reproduce but the young are born mortal, I guess existence has slightly more meaning for you now."
"Not really, look, their souls are so fragile, they evaporate as soon as they enter the city."
"Maybe it's because you built a place they can be at rest? I don't know, anyway, I only came to apologise and warn you."
"Warn me about what? we're immortal, so noth-"
"Immortals can kill each other. You have been gone a long time, missed the creation of several pantheons, ours has remained peaceful so far but the others not so much. I hope you never need to know this, but do you know how to magnify your senses?"
