The Departing Gods
When Apollo raised his head for the last time and looked at the red fireball overhead, he finally could not hold back his tears. Then he plucked the strings of his lyre.
A melodious, mournful tune flowed from his fingertips. The gods who heard it all stopped what they were doing. The youngest among them had been born less than a year ago, while the oldest had lived on this land for thousands of years, witnessing the rise and fall of countless civilizations. They had long since become one with this land, yet now they were being forced to migrate for survival, becoming rootless fallen leaves.
At the thought of this, many eyes grew moist as well.
Meanwhile, the group of gods led by Isis, who had first proposed the Eden Plan, were busy with the final stage of preparations—selecting the infants who would serve as kindling and assigning construction tasks for after their arrival in the new world.
Building human civilization from scratch was no easy task. What was more, there were many gods heading to the new world—not only the Old Gods, but also the New Gods. Balancing every faction's interests and reaching an outcome everyone found relatively acceptable was even more difficult.
For now, after who knew how many fierce negotiations—at one point tense enough that war nearly restarted—the two sides had each made concessions and barely reached an initial consensus in less than three months.
That was already an astonishing speed, because just three months ago, the two sides had still been at war. In truth, if not for the external threat of Cthulhu, the New Gods and Old Gods, who had fought themselves into a frenzy, could never have reached any agreement at the negotiating table.
In the end, Zeus shaking hands