Mythrill SMP+2
If Atlas Fell and I
by AceOfJ
The God of creation was dead. Fallen to dust, with only a simple, harmless flower left in his place.Skye stood triumphant, far across the water with destructions blade still in her grasps, awake and alive and ascended.J didn't flinch as the world began to quake. She did not stumble or fall like those around her, sight cantered solely on the God in the distance. There was no fear, not hesitation as she stepped off the edge, fake wings snapping out to catch her just as her toe touched the water. She recognised that magic.There was more than enough blood on the blade, after all.