"Boss," Zir whispered, his voice small against the backdrop of infinity. "Even with ten of us... even if we work until the stars burn out... wouldn't it take us nearly billions of years to take control of this? This multiverse contains billions of universes. Billions! If we conquer one universe a year, which is an insane pace... we'll still be at this and our DemiGods back on our planets would become Gods by then."
He began counting on his fingers, his lips moving as he struggled with the cosmic math. To a god who held only a few worlds under his control, the concept of a multiverse was a terrifying ocean.
Sunny, still floating before them in his partially translucent Nihilium form, tilted his head. A soft, humming laughter vibrated from his chest.
"You are thinking like a normal God, Zir. You are looking at the climb from the bottom of the mountain without realizing that the mountain itself is growing under your feet."
