The eldest among the gods, Dovaen, came circling from above as a great dragon. He came to the Council at the summoning of Jotos. He could feel the life beat of Kyriol, his maker stop. Somehow, Dovaen had known what had happened innately, through his very bones. He landed hard, and the ground seemed to shake. The dragon turned his noble head toward's Jotos. "What is it, brother?' Dovaen asked with noticeably concern in his voice. "What has become of the Maker?" At the last word, which referred to Jotos, there was a twinge of emotion in his voice. He knew the answer, somehow. Kyriol was already in a form of death, although he was not yet dead. It pained Dovaen to feel this way."