Agnidevi Inggrid.

⠀⠀ Because the gods, for all their power, they never learn: nothing is eternal, not even them. Thrones crumble, flames die out, and all that's left is ashes. And maybe, just maybe, that's how it's supposed to be. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ - It was always this loud, this present, like the sun that rises no matter what. Years later, Agni could see it clearly. It had always been there, waiting. ⠀⠀