Every Novierian stopped their holy activity, enraged at the fact that their objects did not leave the atmosphere. Before long, riots broke out, buildings burned, and Novierians suffered. They began to throw away the holiday in all of it's might in an attempt to rid the memory of the holy day.
But wait! Every Novierian looked at their burnt down buildings and their destroyed structures. How happy they were! They could now rebuild on their old stuff to make it better and anew! Friendships regained, clean ups ensued, and Novierians recovered. Their entire empire was rebuilt to be far more greater than it was before!
Soon after the holy event, a couple of Novierians tallied up exactly how much was flung out of the planet that day. Apparently They launched enough to build a city. However, another few Novierians tallied up how much metal went into the portals: Only enough to build maybe a small summer house. Many didn't even know what a small summerhouse was, but some figured it was pretty small. Not enough to do anything with really. Whoever made the portals to get the metal obviously didn't get much at all. The metal itself wasn't all that special anyways.
In the end, the Novierians laughed at whoever made the portals and how their action turned out to be completely pointless in the confines of their minds and went about their daily sparring.
