Finir, by order of the Dragon Goddess, was currently tending to the various dead bodies of the Gods that had fallen from battle. There were those that were very much human-like. Others like from the very images of a nightmare. Some with multiple limbs, or no limbs at all. With a pleasant smell that slowed him down into relaxation, or a rancid odor that made him gag multiple times. Simply holy, demonic, symmetrical, morbid - Finir made sure that they at least looked proper for a formal ceremony.
In the meantime, Tiamat had made her way silently toward Enoch in the pool of bleeding water, where her body seemed to tremble most at how horrific the battle was. She observed as her friend handled their souls, restless and agitated into spritz of movement, until he finally coaxed them to leave the physical world behind.
"...Yes, Enoch? Does something trouble you, my friend?" Tiamat said, the little sound of her dangling necklace permeating the atmosphere.
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