The Thunderclap

Four gods loomed over man, greedy for power and thirsty for the blood of the others.   Day after day, the four gods clashed, their steel sending ripples into the seas themselves.   Day after day, man pleaded to the gods for them to stop, their cries attempting to pierce the heavens.   As one fell, the others continued. And soon, another followed suit.   Day after day, the two gods clashed, their oak sending cuts through the clouds themselves.   Day after day, man plotted and planned, a grand design to mend the future.   As one fell, the last looked on with satisfaction. And reached down to man.   Hundreds of thousands were together at once.   As the world wove a spell together, a great Thunder rolled through, and Aer had finally fallen.