Ode watched as the three of them left. He was feeling jittery earlier but now he was downcast. As the supreme celestial of the divine plane and the god King of the Virut Pantheon, the fate of the gods rests on his shoulders, literally and figuratively.
He returned to his throne silently to think about his future. He sat down on his opulent throne and sighed.
"I am doomed." He felt like a mortal who just found out that he is in debt or going bankrupt. The absurdity of it would have made him laugh if it were not true. But it is true.
The future of the gods was not looking good. It had not been looking good for a while, but it was getting worse and worse each day. Any person with at least an average intelligence will be able to see that they were doomed. He had at least that much intelligence, so he knew they were doomed. But what to do about that?
