The void was no longer a silent vacuum; it was a canvas upon which Sunny was painting a new reality.
Standing at the edge of the shivering rift Belial had used to flee, Sunny felt the rhythmic thrum of the cosmos beneath his skin.
"Will you also be capturing this entire multiverse?" Adam asked.
The old King's voice was uncharacteristically soft, laced with nostalgia.
He looked out at the sprawling galaxies of the Multiverse of Gods... his garden, where he had spent eons nurturing lifefroms.
"I will," Sunny replied, his voice echoing with a new depth. "I need to grow stronger. Capturing these multiverses is the only way I can gain the strength required to stand against what is coming."
Sunny turned to look at the Ex-God King, catching the faint, shimmering sadness in the old man's eyes.
He felt a pang of empathy. He wanted to tell Adam the truth.... about the Nihilium Clan, the Real Void, and about Lady Sansa.
