The last lingering warmth of the void battlefield finally faded completely.
The broken, fissured earth lay silent. No thunderous clashes or sounds of slaughter remained, only thin, drifting traces of an Overgod's aura, silently bearing witness to the Overgod calamity that had threatened to destroy all the heavens not long before.
For seven full days, everyone remained there, quietly resting and healing.
Everyone who survived the battle bore hidden injuries to their Divine Souls and cracks in their bodies, some severe, some slight. Fortunately, Oakes and his companions had not been in the fighting and had some reserves on hand. Rich, pure Sovereign's Might swirled around them, slowly seeping into their bones and meridians, gently nourishing their damaged bodies.
Translucent, lustrous white Soul Gold Beads dissolved inside their bodies, their pure, primal Divine Soul power repairing their damaged soul foundations little by little.
After seven days of quiet recovery, their physical injuries had all healed, their Divine Power had returned to its fullest, and their Divine Souls were as stable as before, showing no further signs of collapse or decline.
Bodily wounds could heal, depleted Divine Power could be replenished, and cracks in the Divine Soul could be repaired.
But no treasure in all the heavens, no God-level resource, could mend even a fraction of the regret, concern, resentment, and remorse carved into their hearts.
They had met in another world and faced life and death side by side, yet in the end, there was no escaping that saying-every gathering must come to an end.
The smoke of battle had cleared, the turmoil had settled for now, and each of them had already decided on their own path ahead and their own way home.
No one spoke of traveling together again. They all understood that their brief struggle through life