The Watcher turns, "Here? Here is dead. The Great Spirit crashed into the planet on it's back as the Ignika went dark. The resulting impact killed ninety percent of all life on this planet, and set Aqua and Bota Magna out of orbit which set them on course for Solis Magna where they burned and boiled. Ten minutes ago the last being on this planet died. This realm's story is over...Yours however isn't. You have much more coming."
He looks at Secret and white light surrounds the group sending them back into Prime 1.
He then turns to look at the ashes of this world, "And so the story of thousands of years ends..."
He looks up to the cold Solis Magna and frowns, hitting his staff against the ground. The ground cracks spilling white light and spreads devouring this alternate reality. The Watcher turns and walks into a portal as the whole place descends into blinding whiteness never to be seen again.
The creature's gaze focused on her even more, his eyes changing from half tear-filled to a look of defeated sighing. If there ever was a more finely crafted being, he did not know. Impressive when new, even more so that she has held up all this time without cracks and damage. The gold was unspoiled, the pearls ever glistening, and the sapphires still a crystal sea, all made one as if they were never separate components. Gentle, kind, soothing, just as the creature remembered her voice sounding, but there is a hint of concern. However small, whatever caused her worry and concern melted the his heart. Only further confirmed that she was here and not there, the Duty must be fulfilled, he owed her that much even though it brings great pain.
The creature takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes hoping she would be gone. She was still there, cradling that glowing green fruit in her arms. I can, I just need a heart stone.
She moves, but how without shattering her perfection always baffled the architect. One forearm moves forward and she opens her hand, the heart stone of Toa floats out to the city-builder. Where, or rather, whom she got it from the creature did not know, but he could not imagine that she was the one to take it. Too late to refuse, the creature takes the stone and gets to work. After hours of work, it is finished, she can now perform her duty. He gives it to her in silence, she gives a thanking nod and kind thoughts in return before vanishing by that fruit of hers. In her stead was many delicious melons, a parting gift perhaps to further ease the city-builder's worry.