“You know not true gods. I wonder… at what time do we shed our immortality, and don godhood?”
Her face was hallowed. “Does it come with the blood of the first innocent? Or can it only be achieved through…” - her face turned towards a snarl - “‘teamwork.’”
@Spark of Hope
She didn’t answer, but instead turned away, approaching a window adorned with myriad plants. As she did so, the plants started to wither, some of them turning to crystal.