It was always quiet at the end.
Most of the humans had already perished. Mother Nature, as they’d naively called it, had taken care of that. They had no idea who had been pulling the strings all these years.
There were survivors, sure. They had proven to be a stubborn species, the humans. But even the strongest of them would cease to exist after what would happen next.
Jacob listened to their voices, quiet whispers and final, desperate prayers from across the planet. Despite his apathy, he’d learned to cherish them.
After all, he wouldn’t hear any again for a millennia.