Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  He is disintegrating, slowly, as messages passed fail to reach their destinations.  He is dying.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That outcome was rather less probable than not, to begin with.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  He is disintegrating, slowly, as messages passed fail to reach their destinations.  He is dying.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  He is disintegrating, slowly, as internal energy-messages sent out by continuing reflex fail to be caught at their destinations.  He is dying.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more a tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, on an exponential decay.  When He is too weak for his fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, He will no longer be a god and slayable without care of treaty.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more a tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, of an exponential decay.  When He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, He will no longer be a god and slayable without care of treaty.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more a tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, of an exponential decay.  When He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, He will no longer be what is defined as a god, and will be slayable without care of treaty.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, on an exponential decay.  When He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, He will no longer be what was defined as a god, and will be slayable without care of permissions.

He's not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, on an exponential decay.  That decay has a bound, though; a little after He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, they will disperse.

Zon-Kuthon is not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  His core, His center, is destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, on an exponential decay.  That decay has a bound; a little after He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, they will disperse.

Zon-Kuthon is not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.

Zon-Kuthon can no longer think more than fragmentary thoughts, even gathered into one place like this.  Four pessimally-chosen network-nodes within Him are destroyed by treachery.  Internal energy-messages, sent out by continuing reflex, fail to be caught at their destinations, and every time it happens one more tiny bit of Him is gone.  Zon-Kuthon is dying, slowly, on an exponential decay.  That decay has a bound; a little after He is too weak for His fragments to reflexively grant even first-circle spells and orisons, they will disperse.

Zon-Kuthon is not turning back into Dou-Bral.  His assassin tried Her best, but He's not.  That happy ending was rather less probable than not, from the beginning, even if worth trying for.