This is to declare the official end of a rather short war. Sartan is not
only defeated, but burried under millions of tons of rock, at the bottom
of the ocean. It pained Me to deal so harshly with Sartan, who is as
close to a brother in arms as I likely will find in the Garden. He was
many things, some amusing, some irritating, but one thing I really will
not stand for is seeing him raise his hand against My wife Eris.
Sartan will be missed by some of us, and by others, gladly forgotten. In
any case, I think Achaea will be much the quieter without him.
On a side note, Eris is hoping one of you mortals logged the dramatic
conclusion of the war and the defeat of Sartan. Send her a message if
you have one.
Be well mortals. Keep your guard up.
--Aegis, God of War

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 301 AF.