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And then it struck him. His father was powerful, a being so vast, so that human emotions were perhaps… insignificant to him. His farewell hadn't been cold; it had been… detached. Impersonal. Not because he didn't care, but because his perspective was so different, so far removed from the human experience. 

The remnants of the feast lay scattered across the table, a testament to the joyous, if slightly blurry, celebration. Laughter still echoed softly, interspersed with the contented sighs of those pleasantly inebriated. Even Ikem, a demigod of considerable willpower, felt the warm fuzziness of the wine. He savored the feeling, knowing it was fleeting. He wished this could last forever, this bubble of familial warmth and carefree joy. But the time had come.