"I smell trouble, and it won't end well."
"That mortal is going to cause chaos here."
"It's been ages since one dared this."
"What was his name again?"
"Sun Wukong. The one who said he was equal to heaven."
"Ah. Those days. He climbed too high, thought himself a god."
"He fell hard."
"God had to erase him. A lesson to the rest."
Voices overlapped, sharp, annoyed, curious. The lower watchers spoke freely, confident, relaxed in their seats.
"He'll be the same."
"They always are."
"A mortal can't walk into judgment and live."
They paused.
"Right?"
No answer came.
Then—
BAM.
Everything shook once.
They were there.
