It was precisely because of their curiosity that none of the gods intervened directly. With the laws of the planes becoming ever more complete, the restrictions placed upon the gods by the planes had grown increasingly stringent. It was difficult for them to meddle directly in mortal affairs, and every intervention came at an enormous cost. Whenever possible, deities still preferred to have their followers settle mortal matters themselves. After all, they were gods, not babysitters.
So although the Blood Sacrifice was massive in scale, none of the gods acted. This was merely an isolated island far out at sea; even if demons truly ran rampant here, it would not affect the gods' interests.
At the same time, just as the Blood Sacrifice was successfully completed, it was also time for Solam and the others to say goodbye.
"It's begun!"
Solam looked up into the void above him. Streaks of blood-red mist suddenly appeared from nowhere. As the mist churned, a spatial rift opened. From within that rift, Solam could clearly sense the aura of the material plane.
Solam looked at the rift, then turned back to his sons with a complicated expression.
Sanguinius and Vulkan had come to stand on either side of Solam, while the other Sons of Solam stood some distance away. In the end, only Sanguinius and Vulkan were still willing to return to the material plane with Solam. The other Sons of Solam felt better suited to life in the Abyss and did not wish to leave.
Moreover, Solam's legacy needed someone to inherit and maintain it. It held shared memories between Solam and his sons, and they did not want to abandon those things. Even Vulkan had wavered for a time. He was very satisfied with his own descendants and found it hard to