Clestilla radically took a swig from her mug of mud. Meanwhile, the universe imploded behind her. She didn't care, however, because nothing really mattered.

And so Ercrestiersh died in a horrible ball of not-fire.

Next Chapter: the author is currently on an incredibly long road trip and ended up turning around because the weather decided to puke slush-balls down on the road? Estimated time remaining: 8 Hours, 31 Minutes