Multiple lights rise from the wounded Gods limp body, lingering above the ground for a while before the largest of lights flares and bursts, from it emerges a silhouette made of space, stars fill the interior, and within the head, the shining light from before, each of the smaller lights that emerged from the husk burst, one after the other, in unison with the cracking firmament, each forming into orbs, each orb a microcosm of another realms cosmos, one containing flames, another radiant light, another nebulous energy, another writhing darkness, another spontaneous flickering colors, each of the orbs orbit around a thin, multi-layered halo, pieces of the firmament fall, and are drawn towards the silhouette, coalescing into sharp glass-like wings. See more