The gods lit the heavens ablaze and dragged their bloody fallen across the sky in retreat. They had fought. They had tried. They had hoped to make a difference, but in the end they had to admit defeat and relinquish the world to the mortals.
They would hide away, mostly forgotten, until the fools who rose to power below ended up sacrificing all of humanity in their pursuits of greed and cowardice. The gods, those who had survived, had only to wait and eventually the earth would be theirs to shape again. They would regret those of their own they had sacrificed and those of the mortals who they had tried to save.
Fueled by anger and grief they would forge a better world. It wasn’t the first time they’d had to start over, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. Each time the new was better than the old had been, so there was hope one time they would get it right. They had as much time as they needed, so the odds were in their favor.
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