Everything was well arranged, and the gods felt satisfied, so the banquet officially began.
The feast lasted only three days, not because the gods' sense of time suddenly returned, but because many matters urgently needed resolution.
After three days, several deities were to set out to address the issues with Atlas and the God of Meteorology. After all, the sky was still descending, and the post-war world also required sorting and pacifying.
But unlike the past, as the gods began to celebrate, Zeus, despite having become the master of the new Divine Court, did not linger at the feast. Instead, he returned alone to the mountaintop, staring blankly at the empty sleeping quarters.
"...My decision was not wrong, this is the best outcome."
Murmuring softly, Zeus waved his hand, sealing off the uninhabited Divine Palace.
Unless necessary, he would not come here again.
"This is the end."
