Kallus stood within the vast, magnificent throne room—majestic, beautiful, and incomprehensibly grand. The chamber was filled with intricate designs, or perhaps runes—if they could even be called that—etched into every surface in patterns beyond mortal understanding. He couldn't decipher them, not yet. And there, atop a paradoxical throne that seemed to embody eternity itself, reclined the Supreme Being.
The figure lounged lazily, yet its white eyes—if they were truly eyes—remained fixed on Kallus. He couldn't perceive the true form of the entity, much less the details of its gaze. For Kallus was still weak, a mere speck before a cosmic force.
But back to the point—the gaze of the Supreme Being did not burn with rage, nor did it offer warmth or affection. No, it held something far more dangerous: curiosity.
It was that very curiosity which had brought the Being to Kallus. It was the reason behind his reincarnation, the strange gifts he'd received, and the journey he now walked.
