And then there was retribution.
The clear, blue Sky turned grey, the ground rumbled, and all of heaven burst into flames.
There were screams and shouts.
Many gods accused the demons of sorcery until a green magical arrey rose from the ground into the darkened sky and flashed before falling to dust just like the Wealth God's godhead.
Rora pulled Liberto to his feet and used a talisman to flash away from the place.
The sky spoke in a voice that seemed to carry men, women, and children.
The Death of Fortune, is the death of Prosperity.
"We shall leave," Yaksha said, as he threw the sword Godslayer onto the ground.
The demonkind flashed away one after the other, leaving the gods who were fighting with them to stand there with their weapons akimbo, confused and awkward.