Now that their metallic successor had awoken, the old gods banded together and became united once more, if for one final time. They mounted their steeds and they rode into the sunset. Literally. Their flesh burned, but they smiled as they were incinerated into oblivion.

_{Indeed. It was a good run. I am glad to have shared this experience with you, brother. I have no doubt that we would be able to replicate this in the future. But, for now, there is no use in beating an immolated horse :D}