"We're saved! We're saved! Thank you, supreme gods! From now on, I'll be your most devout believer."
Across Blue Star, countless people gazed at the night sky, black as ink yet lit by stars and moonlight. They nearly burst into tears, too choked up to speak.
Some things were only cherished once they were lost, and some tears came only after a brush with death.
At that moment, humanity's gratitude to and faith in the gods reached a peak. Many whose faith had waned when the gods stopped showing miracles found it renewed.
And many people in the Savage Lands, without internet or television, were drawn into the embrace of the supreme beings by that grand, dazzling battle.
The dark-skinned, uneducated, lazy uncles might not have known what those supreme beings were called, but they could give them names themselves.
For a time, all sorts of strange divine names—Black Master, Radiant One, Sleeping God—became popular in parts of Black Africa.
Meanwhile, after a good night's sleep, the leaders of Huaxia, the Eastern Isles, Universe Country, Greece, Egypt, the United States, and other nations gathered to set rules for scientific research on Blue Star and ban all experiments targeting the gods.
By convention, the Five Nordic Countries and their junior partner, the Bear Nation, should have joined them.
But after Ragnarok, nearly all the Norse Gods were dead. The remaining God of the Forest, Vidar, had apparently been killed by an Evil God in the New Continent, while God of Revenge Vali had been captured by the Fallen God and had yet to return. In practice, the Five Nordic Countries had fallen out of the ranks of the world powers.
Naturally, they had no place at a meeting reserved for world powers.
As for the Bear Nation, it would never have