1548 The End of The Darkins.

A week later...

"What do you think? Is it in them to get punished a bit more?" Felix asked while rubbing his chin as he watched the desolate and numbed looks of the darkins.

"I think they had enough...They look like empty corpses." Thor replied with a faint snigger. 

"He is right, anymore and they might never recover." Jörmungandr agreed.

Even though they hated them to the core, they didn't want them to become broken dolls, incapable of thinking for themselves.

"It felt too short for us," Felix remarked while canceling his black flames, finally deciding to free them from their eternal agony.

While less than two weeks passed in the real world, those two suffered for more than ten thousand years.

It might not seem like much, but the black flames made each second seem eternal, even two of the most terrifying primogenitors were turned into docile silent dolls.