The minstrel coughed, then continued his story, feeling like he'd paused for weeks in his story,
"An injured Xanvanos headed away from the new gods, in an attempt to recover, but then Neyravah created (3+2) a giant creature that existed solely to devour the Void. Xavannos watched as (5+2 vs. 5+2) The Void Plague traveled around creating, then the creations were devoured at a constant rate, in an endless cycle of creation and destruction. Then Xavannos tried to heal himself of the pain. (1+2) He worked to ease the pain, but it spread throughout his nothingness. He took away part of the pain, but that pain remained, and Xavannos realized that he was stuck with that pain for all time.
Back on the barren world, E. Low worked to create a Garden of Survival to protect all that was left of the life on that world. (5+1) and as he imagined it in his mind, it became flesh, a protective garden that existed to protect life. (6) As he worked, a meteorite came down and smashed into the barren world. A figure exited the meteorite, Ironeye, god of progress had arrived. He had espied the world from another dimension, drawn by the gods and their battles against the void. He spoke, saying while putting on sunglasses, 'It looks like I'll be needed if you want to make some... progress around here.' His arrival was like the first stone signaling an avalanche. Behind him, (3) there was a muffled expletive, as The Producer found that he'd laughed himself partway into another dimension, and was now stuck.
Baldman examined the wall in the void. it was made of things. Rocks, trees, air, metals, and a large StarForge, tightly bound together. (2) Staring at this forge, Baldman felt bored. It seemed to him that other than the new arrivals of Ironeye and the Producer, that there was little to be curious about. He heard a hiss, and stared as the Starforge glowed red hot, and saw that the things on the forge where changing by the StarForge's heat. When it cooled, another god had appeared. This one was Chii'z Kaex, the large mandrill who was the god of Baked goods. He stretched, and yawned on the Starforge, looking-"
"Excuse me," the scholar said "What happened to wwolin, the god of preparedness?"
The minstrel spoke "No one knows." As he spoke that, a long forgotten spark of curiosity awoke in him. What had happened to the god of preparedness at a time when he was needed? The minstrel then said "Shall we go to find out?"