The prayers of his civilization echoed in his mind, enveloping his soul in hope and tears. Hythlodaeus felt his body stir, except it did not exist anymore, reduced to pure aether in order to fulfill its purpose in the summoning.
In the darkness, his thoughts were allowed to wander, and he slowly regained memories of what happened before. The planet in turmoil, the sky on fire. Meteor raining down with violence, while the worst nightmares took form before his eyes, devouring everything with abandon. After everything, a plan -- to save their planet and what remained of their people, they would have to sacrifice a percentage of survivors to summon a god. And so, Hythlodaeus found his final purpose. He would abandon his flesh to make it possible. His friends would survive, and that was all that mattered.
Fear was not absent in his heart during the proceedings. After all, no one ever did such a sizeable ritual before. They had no way to know what would happen to their souls, or if the plan would work at all. Still, they had to keep going, for it was their only hope. The lavender haired man looked into the eyes of their main sacrifice, Themis, and saw him steeling his will. The young man was shaking, however, somehow managed to make it unnoticeable for anyone who couldn't peer into his soul. Hythlodaeus gave him one of his reassuring smiles, hoping it would give the youth the courage he needed for his journey.
Time was not real after one's soul had been absorbed by a primal, and yet, the former Architect felt like it was dragging in the moments after the summoning, a paradox he perhaps will never be able to explain. When he finally opened his eyes for the first time, he found himself in the moon and knew not how or what happened to take him there. Still, the single purpose of his sacrifice had control over his soul, and he found himself staring at the image that mattered the most: Etheirys. What once was a planet on fire, now was a placid blue dot in the night sky, as beautiful and hopeful as it once was before the Final Days. Hythlodaeus knew his body was no more, and perhaps, his soul would be forever stranded on the moon now, yet his eyes glistened and hopeful tears glided on his cheeks, and he smiled one last time and thought to himself. "Worry not, my friends. All is well."














