'Twas it a Dream or fairy tale wrought, 

The Creatrix Herself soon became naught

But a memory 'tween mortals and kin

While the Soulless raged through the din. 

Could not be true this outcome, 

Estarra was All and we were numb

Frozen in place watching the scene,

Horrified, chilled, by the obscene. 

Each Elder God raised up arms,

Using Their power and mighty charms

'Twas not enough for Them to quell

The rising threat come pell mell. 

The Frost Queen tried being calm,

Hoping Her words would be a balm,

Soulless Illith had other plans,

Hitting Her city with tendril hands.

Next to fall was Viravain,

Feeling the full brunt of pain, 

Dying and wailing crying aloud, 

"Brother!?" She yelled, less than proud. 

To the side a private dispute,

Through the Black Star a bolt did shoot,

By Architect's hand yet in the end,

For both to Death the act did send.

Kethuru, Nemach, where would it stop?

Again came Illith from the Sea's chop,

Darvellan so brave He tried to shield,

New Celest from battle's field.

An opening She found the Lady of Night,

Enchantress Drocilla gathered Her might,

While the Lord was kept away

She set Her eyes upon Her prey... 

The Mask of Dread returned again

And to Celest She turned just then

But even She was not saved

As through each God the Soulless paved. 

Zenos took both then went for more,

Reaching for Nocht when just before,

The Lady Maylea shouted and warned

And in His place, the Bloom we mourned.

With Nocht's last scream a silent peal,

The Gods' demise felt quite real,

Dread, Terror, Failure entire

Our fates were looking ghastly dire.

And in this our darkest hour, 

Came new beings with great power, 

One by one the Soulless they slew

With vast Strength none ever knew. 

With a word they saved us all

Forcing our enemies to grandly fall

But who are they that should appear? 

Are these now ones we should fear? 

Higher Gods They named Themselves, 

But no text sat on our shelves

That spoke of beings akin these

Who slay Soulless as They please.

Victory was ours, or so we thought,

Destruction is what battle brought,

And then the Leader gave a boon,

Aelish waved His hand and soon,

Our world did mend and come alive, 

The mountains, flowers, woods did thrive.

Each of these Higher Gods,

Still felt with us at odds.

Many questions on our lips,

But for answers, there were no tips... 

They descended a city each,

Claiming reign with fine speech.

But whence They came?

And were They tame?

Why come now?

Can we know how?