Vi speaks. Tweaking the perception of Solangre to ensure he can hear her.
"The answer is simple. We shall Not. Mortals exist to Experience. It is not the perview of the Immortal to restrain their impulses. A Mortal acts according to its base emotions. A Mortal is a brightly burning Fire in the Void of Time. An Immortal may interfere for a time, restraining their impulses, but in the end? It comes full circle. They will remember this night as a night of Fire and of Blood. As Mortals are wont' to do. It is the end of an Era. In time. They will Forget. They will Progress and they will Grow. Another Immortal may take the helm Or one may not. The tales of a God who walked the earth will be regailed to Myth and no more. The Mortals present during the Night of Fire will age and they will die. Taking with them the memories of a God. The Immortals present will Remember. For some, this may be the first time they have witnessed the end of an Era. For others, they have seen the Rise and Fall of many Soverigns, and with them, Eras."
"Immortals are not meant to toy with the affairs of mortals. We exist simply to Exist. No more and no less. Figures of myths and legends. Creatures for mortals to seek out. To ask questions of. To provide tidbits of ageworn knowledge. To aid when no one else can. We aren't Meant to run governments. It will always end in fire. The Mortals under your care will experience a Time of Trial. They may succeed, recovering from the turmoil to become a globe spanning Empire. Or they may fail the challenges presented to them and become no more then the subject of archeological interest hundreds, or even thousands of years in the future."
"Mortals act as they believe they should. Yes, they kill each other. Yes, they fight. Yes, they are impulsive. That's what makes them Mortal. They burn brightly and then they go out. Reflecting back on their lives as their glowing embers fade. If they grew enough? Experienced enough? Enjoyed enough? They are content. They fade, comfortable and surrounded by friends. It is improper to interfere. By holding them stagnent, restraining them from their Follies, they fail to Grow. They don't Experience. They don't Live. They die wanting More."
"Your Mortals can handle Themselves. As the fires of this night fade and the sun peaks over the horizon.. Time will tell if they are independent enough to Grow. As it is? It's time for you, and Them to Rest."
A vague sense of fatigue will settle into the various mobs of disgruntled citizens. The fires of anger will begin fading. Replaced by heavy eyelids and a need to lay down and Rest.