To kill a god, one kills the belief.
Slowly and deliberately, Cameron and Devon amassed a group. They did not went public, they stayed exactly as big as necessary.
And Echo was stormed.
The empty ruins, then the mines.
What resided put up a fight, rising like flames to stoke the minds of the assaulters.
But they did not flinch.
Quartz by quartz, it was broken.
Quartz by quartz, the echoes disippated.
Quartz by quartz, Sam was freed, Sydney was freed.
Quartz by quartz, an ancient breaf laid silent.
Cameron and Devon kissed.
Things would never be the same, truly.
