Waves of divine power surged, and Hades emerged, the apex of the great world of Japanese mythology. Before him stood the one and only supreme Primordial God: the Lord God of Heaven's Yuzhong.
The Lord God observed Hades with a calm expression. He had felt the deaths of the gods of Bietian and the Seventh Generation, and that knowledge had fortified his resolve. He understood the outcome: Hades had won, and he had lost. No words were necessary; the result was clear.
"Hades!" the Lord God of Yuzhong began, his tone steady. "I never anticipated you would surpass your original destiny, emerging in this world as a Primordial God. You've created the underworld and detached yourself from the constraints of this realm. I must admit, you have indeed evolved beyond expectations. Given more time, you might even walk the path of the absolute god."
Hades remained composed, hands clasped behind his back. "Lord God of Heaven, you have lost. From this day forth, this world will be under my control."
The Lord God nodded slowly. "Indeed, as you say, I have lost this game. Yet, I find solace in faith and the continued development of the world. For me, belief holds no meaning. As long as this world exists, the outcome is inevitable."
He looked forward, a mad glimmer in his eyes. "I will enter an era where ghosts and monsters roam freely at night. My true detachment will finally come."
Hades acknowledged this with a nod, choosing silence over further debate. Victory was his, and there was no need for additional defenses. For a god of Hades' stature, preparation was futile. His power was unquestionable.
As the calm returned, Hades turned to leave. The Lord God seemed unfazed, yet a flicker of concern danced behind his calm facade. Did he truly not care? Control, once firmly in his grasp, now lay in the hands of another.
Though the world was still developing, its essence had fundamentally shifted. What had once been predictable was now altered beyond recognition. The inevitability of this transformation was apparent to all.
"Well..." The Lord God sighed, a hint of helplessness creeping into his demeanor. Blame was pointless; defeat was defeat. Regret would only add to his embarrassment.
Yet he understood what lay ahead. Hades was formidable, transcending his original fate and forging his own path. This reality applied to all gods, including the Lord God Yuzhong.
Standing with his hands behind his back, he contemplated the implications of his loss. Though he claimed to have been defeated, he sensed opportunities in the ongoing development of the world. If he could manipulate events slightly, what outcomes might arise?
His eyes narrowed in thought. "I never intended to take this route. I never imagined this day would come."
With a dismissive snort, the Lord God of Heaven's figure began to fade, dissolving into a faint glimmer of light. This left an unsettling aura, as if the truth of his disappearance was shrouded in mystery.
For a supreme Primordial God, would he truly surrender to darkness?
They had prepared for many eventualities. If one path closed, they would simply tread another. This was undeniable.
With a faint smile, the Lord God's departure went unnoticed by the other gods. As the conflict between the celestial and terrestrial gods drew to a close, the outcome became unmistakable.
In the realm of gods, the balance of victory and defeat held steadfast. When the Lord God of Heaven fell, everything was irrevocably decided. No being, divine or otherwise, could alter the fate of such a defeat.
In the end, it was merely the consequence of being abandoned.