In Return

Obi nodded solemnly along with Deathbell's laments. "I am sure even The Fallen God Abraxas, wondered what his suffering was for when he first fell," he said softly, a small, knowing smile growing on his lips. "But that did not make him less of a god."

Deathbelle wondered at the ashen snow around them. The chill it brought, and how it was the last of Archon's physical presence. Obi hummed for a long moment, nodding lightly to himself as he rubbed his fingers over one of the nearby grey surfaces. The ash smeared over his fingers and he brought it up to eye level. "But Sàv'ia, do you not see? In this way, he is everywhere."

"The ash cloaking the sky? Archon. The grass and the trees? Archon. Even long after the ash disappears, it will become the soil. Archon will foster the next generations of life for years to come. He is everywhere."

Obi motioned around them. "Out there, and..." Obi brought his hand to his chest, smearing the ash over his fur, "in here.