Joy felt as if another bomb had been dropped directly on her.
From seventy-two gods to just one.
One.
She couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences of such devastation.
The scale of loss was beyond mortal comprehension.
And Gaia—gentle, nurturing, motherly Gaia—had been the sole survivor.
She had watched gods she once called friends turn into monsters.
She had fought alongside those who remained loyal.
And in the end, she had stood alone amidst the ashes of everything she had known.
The loneliness. The grief. The unimaginable pain.
Joy's heart ached just thinking about it.
"But—"
Joy's voice faltered as another question rose in her mind.
"If only one god existed after that, how did the world continue to exist? How did the universe survive?"
She shook her head, trying to work through the logic.
