After becoming a full-fledged deity, however, still bound by faint regrets about the sacrifices he had made, he found himself more... established than before. Finally. The feeling of imminent gratification from the achieved goal covered him like a wave, forcing him to relish his return from the Realm of Shadow. Alone, though.

Surely, sorrow of such a loss was unbearable, but... he still had a lot of things he must do. The era he established.

The age he had been striving so hard for, had finally paid off, at the behest of his willing hand. Burdened with responsibilities, he found solace in the embrace of oblivion, which had once been extremely familiar to him. Rejecting all his virtues, his flesh and gold, he put everything on the line, everything, so that he would come out victorious. He's made so many sacrifices, that—

...His meaningful thoughts were interrupted by a brief announcement of your presence. The heavy doors of Capital swung open with a slow sound, allowing him to take in your figure with his brief glance of shining golden eyes.