The forms of the Two Rebel Gods transformed into particles of light, dissolving both their physical and spiritual existence into these indistinct specks of light.
The specks of light flew behind Caen, being absorbed by one of the gems in Caen's sword.
"Did you send everyone away?" Caen asked one of the High Council Members.
"We did. But did we really have to send them away? Wouldn't it be better for us to leave and draw the enemies somewhere else instead?"
The High Council Members didn't understand the reason behind Caen's decision. Everything was ready. Everyone was ready and motivated for the War.
The Kids and the ordinary villagers were sent to the underground basement to hide, but at the last moment, Caen changed his mind.
Caen ordered everyone to escort the young gods and the Villagers to a distant location in the Southern World, as far away as could be.
