[SWE] Where Angels Fear to Tread

Enigma leaned on his shovel, watching and listening to the North people. None of them seemed to know where they all were either. Many were dazed and confused, some tried to take charge, others trying to see if they can find loved ones. Some... Made it sound like they and/or their loved ones had risen from the grave. How was that possible? The goddess of death he knew would never allow such a thing. Were they dealing with a new set of gods? Looking up at the spire, he pondered if such a thing was possible. It made sense, in a way. Half the world wasn't on fire. He could see the sky. It was mostly clouded, but even that was a sight for sore eyes. And then the resurrected people. Enigma then slung his shovel over his shoulder in one fluid, practiced movement. He needed to get to the bottom of this, whatever it was. The spire looked like the obvious thing to check out first. And so he turned his back on it. The obvious answer was never the right answer. enigma monarch of the apocalypse