Several days later.
The twinkling starry sky of the Sanctuary had returned to calm, and three radiant goddesses walked out from among the stars, chatting and laughing. The rose flush on their skin and the lazy comfort within their bones all spoke of the pleasure of being drenched in rainfall.
In contrast, sprawled on a soft bed made of animal hides, silk fabrics, and alchemy materials inside a cave, was a silver-haired male deity with slightly sunken eye sockets and unkempt hair scattering in all directions. He sat propped up at the head of the bed, spread out in the shape of a "big" character, motionless for a long time, like a dried-up blade of grass fed out of its moisture.
All my authority was used up, am I some boss to be farmed?