The air grew thick, heavy with a power that made the quadrillions of mortal lifeforms in their home planet instinctively hold their breath.
From his high throne, Sunny watched with a quiet, fascination as the demigods of his new subordinates took their turns.
This was a living gallery of divine creativity, a testament to the ingenuity of the Gods he now ruled.
He saw a demigod forged from living starlight, its form a constantly shifting constellation, that struck the Pillar of Might and caused it to chime with the music of the spheres.
Another, a being of pure, solidified sound, simply vibrated at a specific frequency, and the Pillar of Mana shattered into a thousand harmonious shards of light.
He saw demigods that were living constructs of clockwork and magic, and others that were primal forces of nature given form.
"I was a novice," Sunny thought with a flash of genuine humility.
