Falling snow filled the sky, yet, through it, Adam could still see that this newest version of Silveria looked more elaborate than the one who was currently part of a flying bird. 

     This new Silveria floated overhead, half-cloud, half-Silveria. 

     And the cloud wasn't just a cloud. It was like a work of living, organic art. Images floated along her surface and all through her, images of foliage, images of people, images of mountain ranges and flowing rivers and wild horses running free, and all of it silver, all combined to form the hovering goddess Silveria had become. 

     The strong, snowy Arctic wind caused this Silveria to undulate, although it didn't seem to cause her any consternation. On the contrary, she seemed to luxuriate in the storm's ferocity and power. 

     She reached down and plucked the two Adams up as if by the scruff of their necks. Then, 

     "See you in a decade," she said to everybody. 

     At which point, all three of them evaporated as if they'd never been. 

     Okay, the Adam that remained thought. That happened. 

     Back to the fighting.  

END OF CHAPTER TEN

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