"You were here all along, huh?"

You turn your head to see Buddha gnawing on a sweet by the foyer of a balcony, the corner of his eyes crinkling at the sight of you.

Every 1000 years, a meeting was held for all gods and goddesses hailing from different Pantheons--deciding the fate of humanity within the palm of their hands. Today was that fateful day. And the very same day, the human race was was chosen to die.

Buddha had secretly sided with the humans, all for one reason that was you. You were one of the few deities that'd voted against the extinction of their mortal counterparts. You've faced criticism then, and he couldn't just stand by and watch you be belittled by lowly gods who'd done nothing worth of their power.