When Gaia's fragment was enveloped by light.
A rainbow from the Present Realm carried the fragment slowly upward, flying toward that vast world.
And the solemn hall gradually returned to silence.
As the dust settled on the wager, those enormous silhouettes that had descended here vanished once more into the darkness, returning to their respective depths.
To the many rulers, this was perhaps merely an occasional interlude in the endless years, some amusement amid their prolonged struggles. It was enough to glimpse the true state of the Present Realm; there was no need to keep pressing the matter.
Even those who felt resentment and unwillingness dared not act rashly beneath the gaze of the massive figure upon the throne and King of Desolation's half-smiling look.
"Indeed, it was quite an entertaining game. The Grand Lord put some thought into it."
King of Withered tossed the can of Happy Water he had accidentally crushed into a ball, then sneered. "That fellow Gala must be so regretful he's coughing up blood by now, right? Hahaha, something so exciting happened after he left... He completely missed it!"
"There will always be another chance," the Grand Lord replied calmly.
"If you ask me, something this interesting should happen more often. Like Beatific Land's Hell Sports Tournament—hold it once every century. That would be absolutely delightful!"
King of Desolation sighed regretfully and glanced at the players from the Present Realm. "Who would have thought that in merely three wagers, you would bring forth so many surprises... I am looking forward more and more to your future performances!
"The birth and death of a single epoch, yet to contend against so many outstanding heroes—it truly sets the heart racing! Hahaha, hahahaha..."
Laughing loudly, he crossed the hall with light steps and departed.
Yet as he passed