The arid, fallow earth would be Ahrima's new hearth. He would remain while he watched his family strain, and the girl that he loved, vacate to a new place, to start over on fresh terrain.
And from his desolate throne he watched them compose a mountainous wall of stone, to separate themselves from him. A massive, jagged barricade to lock themselves in.
Theirs would be the light, his would be the dark. For a century these two halves would wait.
One world, set apart.
Edit: ...I don't know WHAT the FUCK I was thinking when I drew Adakias' face, but know that in future pictures, he will be much less...horrifying. o_O;