?Ten.
?Music still plays in the room, though it is not coming from the walls but from the floor.
?Eleven.
?My blood art is written in the noise, the door to that fourth door within me drawn as the dance floor beneath me.
?Twelve.
?My name is whispered again.
?Thirteen.
?I can’t remember his name.
?Fourteen.
?I can’t remember his name.
?Fifteen.
?I can’t remember his name.
?Sixteen.
?It’s all my fault.
?Seventeen.
?Iwillburn for all of eternity.
?Eighteen.
?Mavyn.
?Nineteen.
?Mavyllora.
?Twenty.
?Something. . . glitches. Time moves at an odd pace as I unlock those four doors within me.
?Twenty-one.
?I can’t remember.
?Twenty-two.
?Forgotten.
?Twenty-th – . . .
. . .
There are no forgotten gods because to remember they are forgotten means they are not truly forgotten. However, the gods that exist disappeared after the War of Gods was won through the help of celestials and the six beings of moral with magic that went above the primordials.
?The era of peace was ensured through a symbol of renewal, rebirth, home, and love, planted in the exact spot where the last battle waged. It was the last time the gods were seen.
