The silence of the throne room was absolute, a heavy pressure that seemed to swallow the very concept of sound.
Sunny, seated upon his throne in his manifestation as the Overseer, did not move a muscle. His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizons of the Void, peering through the trillions of silver particles that Thea had scattered across the cosmos.
"It is not about a simple disturbance, Thera," Sunny finally spoke, his voice resonating from the shadows. "And it certainly isn't about the danger. It is about a fundamental disparity in existence."
He turned his head, his eyes finally locking onto the Goddess of the Annihilation.
"You look at Cai Zhen, at Beru, or at Adam, and you see your peers, the giants who once stood beside you in the First Era. But you must realize that in your current state, you are fragile."
