"One of three things," she frowns, considering them carefully. "One, The world collapses at that instant, everything goes to end-game and the world forces it to play out the way it needs to survive. It cannibalizes whoever it has to of the gods, and it's done. We don't even see most of it, sent away in that instant."

"Two, the world breathes a sigh of relief as it prepares for rebirth, and there's a moment. We all dance around fires, sing kumbayah, I get really fucking drunk. Folks say their last goodbyes while the gods get into a pissing match over who has to take Thiazi's place. It gets ugly, or it doesn't, and we go home."

"Three... we all die."

That last one? That was said because somebody still had a certain honest streak forced on her.