Two colts took down his back half while two with wings brought him down from above. Crystals fell from his body like shattered glass, and without memories, the beast was dead. Blood pooled from its carcass from the damage inflicted by fearless Helovians and Riftians alike, and with each liter, the Blood Falls seemed to brighten. No longer did the blackened trunks of trees cower, and the thick, bloody liquid of the water cleared to a ruby red. The oppression of the sick gods was ending, and the land was being restored under the powerful and watchful gaze of the God of Time. 

That was when Roskuld, his daughter, ended it all. 

A large shockwave snapped, sending vibrant ripples of power cascading in all directions, and creatures, once too fearful to leave their homes, emerged. Birds of all colors chirped and the sun shone once more, long tendrils of light streaming from the crimson tipped tree leaves. 

The difference between then and now was catastrophic. A black, dark world with air thick and clogged to this natural one of splendor and beauty. Perhaps for some, that made this god's death worth it, but for others? Perhaps not. The God of Time stood, mulling over the dark boy who had dared tried to thwart it all, and he grumbled, watching as everyone took a moment to catch their breaths. Surely, this was not all over. There would always be repercussions for facing those who were ill, and the God knew that this would not be the last of this Rift world. 

Now that the creature was dead, though, there were a few useful items to be harvested. He pulled five glass vials from the nethers, filling them with blood and tossing them to Parelia, Aithniel, Tembovu, Maren, and Roskuld. Then, he took small crystals and tossed those to Ilios, Aurelia, Hotaru, Ragnarok and Erebos. 

With a rib he made a knife, tossing it to Ophelia deftly. She had, after all, stripped a god of its memories. 

Somehow, a skull managed to disappear completely, right out from under his nose... that was... disconcerting. Knox....

For a special fighter, one of these Rift creatures, he fashioned the hide into armor. He did not know her name, but he approached her regardless, setting the white pelt upon her back. "Thank you for your help," he said firmly. "You are a welcome addition to Helovia." 

Two creatures, also valiant in their efforts against the bear, earned power imparted from himself. He called forth Amani and Crescencia, and he brushed his whiskered muzzle against each of their foreheads, light blue sparks jumping from his lips to their fur. Perhaps they would immediately know what power he gave, or perhaps they would figure it out in time. "My magic is now yours," he said. "Use it wisely, for one can take advantage of fears, and one will show the past. Do not dwell on fear lest it control you, and do not dwell on the past lest it determine your future." 

Though not often a creator of flowers, he made one of blue and placed it into Tandavi's mane. "Thank you for your help," he said. 

He turned to the rest, particularly Rikyn, Volterra and Ilios, who were instrumental in the bear's destruction. "Be safe. You are no longer boys at all, but strong stallions. You will make your fathers proud." 

He had so many words to say to the rest but ironically, very little time, so he turned to his daughter. "You... are everything and nothing I expected, and that is, in my eyes, perfection. I eagerly await your journey in this world... my Sparklight." Using some hide from the Bear God, he fashioned a strap that attached to a metal plate, a magnet of sorts. In this way, she could easily carry her fateful weapon, killer of gods, around on her back. "Sparkmarrow is now a god killer. It deserves a worthy throne." 


And with that, the Time God simply disappeared - almost as if he was never there at all.