Sunny stood suspended in the silent vacuum just outside the City of Gods.
The massive structure, a masterpiece of divine architecture that spanned the width of several star systems, hummed with the collective resonance of billions of souls.
This was the heart of his empire, the seat of his power, and the first major "Tree" he needed to transplant into his own garden.
However, as he prepared to reach out with his cosmic-etched hand, a vibration grated against his Divine Intuition.
'The prisoners,' Sunny thought, his eyes narrowing behind the cosmic patterned mask.
Deep within the high-security bowels of the City's dungeon lay the Little Devils, the unyielding rebels, the spies, and the high-tier threats who refused to bend the knee.
