Before After

"Your son is dead," said the being made of ice. "Your plans have failed miserably."

He laughed his heart out in front of the being sitting in the golden throne. A being of blinding light whose form no one can see and whose throne is surrounded by flying beings made of cloud matter, all posed as if ready to kill the laughing villain.

"You will be next," continued the being of ice smirking. "And that throne will be mine."

He vanished after he spoke.

The being of light stood up and walked slowly to the edge of his golden throne room in the clouds. He looked outside into the vast horizon with galaxies and stars as the sky and a sea of clouds under.

"It is finished," he, the Grand Weaver, said.