Kreth had been watching the war die for six days.
The Scavenger god's perception was not like other gods' perception. Where Demeterra felt her territory as growth — the pulse of soil and seed and the biological conversation between root and rain — and where Durnok felt his territory as pressure — the directional force of bodies in motion, always forward — Kreth felt his territory as edges. The boundaries between things. The cracks in structures. The seams where the world's components met and where, if you looked with the right kind of attention, you could see them starting to separate.
The Green Accord was all edges now. All cracks. All seams pulling apart.
