The luminous aura heralding the descent of new gods gradually dissipated within the Temple of Creation, leaving only the silent murmurings of cosmic laws. Pangu's gaze fell upon the newly appointed Gods of Judgment and Administration, deep and piercing, as if capable of penetrating their nascent divinity to reach the subtle, unspoken unease deep within their souls—that confusion over the very essence of their new existence.
A fleeting hint of understanding flitted across his lips.
"I imagine," Pangu's voice cut through the silence, steady and direct, like a proclamation of natural law, "you must be curious about the fate of your primordial bodies."
The brother-sister souls trembled slightly. This was indeed the question lurking in their subconscious. After becoming deities, their perception, power, and very form of existence had undergone a complete metamorphosis. So what had become of those mortal shells that had borne them through countless years?
Pangu did not leave them in suspense. "I took your original bodies," he declared plainly, "as the core foundation—the vessel most suited to the essence of your souls—and infused them with my divine creative power, remolding them into the divine forms you now possess."
Noticing the astonishment in his sister's eyes, Pangu's brow furrowed in thought. His tone softened, carrying an unquestionable assurance:
"I swear by divine oath: should you ever choose to relinquish your divine duties, abdicate, and retire, your original bodies shall be returned intact—along with every memory and experience gained during your time as gods."
This promise, like the most solid foundation, calmed the last ripples of unease in the siblings' hearts. It meant their path was not a one-way street; this heavy cloak of authority and responsibility, at least in form, still preserved their freedom of choice for the future.
Yet Pangu's next words delved deeper into the essence of this "freedom." His voice grew profound, imbued with trust that held nothing back.
"Moreover," he continued, his gaze sweeping past the elder brother and settling once more upon the younger sister, "what I bestow upon you extends far beyond the titles and positions of 'Judgment' and 'Administration.' From this moment forth, you may freely wield the personal divine power derived from your own divinity. More crucially, within the bounds necessary to maintain worldly equilibrium and advance the new paradigm, you are authorized to draw upon the primordial divine power of the world to fulfill your duties."
To draw upon the world's power! This was undoubtedly granting them near-limitless credit and a wellspring of strength. The world's laws would partially obey them; each of their actions would resonate with the very breath of heaven and earth.
Finally, Pangu stepped forward. His presence seemed even more majestic, yet paradoxically radiated a magnetic warmth. He turned to the ancient and mighty Lord of Order beside him—the being who simultaneously ruled over Freedom and Destiny. Sensing his gaze, the Lord of Order gave a slight nod. His countenance, usually as stern as a written code, seemed to soften ever so slightly. His eyes reflected the boundaries of rules, the shifting of clouds and winds, and the trajectories of fate.
Pangu turned his gaze back to the siblings and uttered the declaration that would frame countless eras:
"From this day forth, I am your father. The Lord of Order is your eldest brother. We four shall be one family."
"One family..."
The words echoed through the sacred hall, carrying warmth, responsibility, protection, and unconditional strength far more moving than any divine authority. It meant they gained not only status and power, but belonging—a support system built by the Creator and the Primordial God, the most solid backing in the cosmos. The path ahead might still be strewn with thorns, but they would no longer walk it alone.
The Lord of Order, who had remained silent—now grown into an elder brother—also spoke. His voice still carried the cadence of law, yet now held the steadiness of an elder sibling: "To protect the family is to protect the order of this realm. Welcome, my brothers and sisters."
Within this new family forged by sacred oaths and reshaped bonds, the God of Judgment and the God of Administration finally found their place. A warm and powerful force flowed between the four, a bond that transcended the confines of rules and contracts.