I am grim of mind and wrathful of spirit and I have no desire to be nice to anyone. — Neil Gaiman

Nothing will remain of the armies of the living and of the dead, of the dreams of the gods and the bravery of their warriors, nothing but ash.

Soon after, the swollen ocean will swallow the ashes as it washes across all the land, and everything living will be forgotten under the sunless sky.

That is how the worlds will end, in ash and flood, in darkness and in ice. That is the final destiny of the gods.

Even the gods cannot change destiny.

He said nothing: seldom do those who are silent make mistakes.