[First Realm — The Zenith of Existence]
[High Above the Golden Desert]
The First Realm existed at the very apex of reality, a plane of existence saturated with power so dense it tasted like ozone and ambrosia. Below, endless dunes of golden sand shifted not by wind, but by the will of the atmosphere itself. This place was the throne of creation, filled with Primordial Energy—the raw stuff from which all other universes were forged.
This realm belonged to no one other than the Ruler of Rulers, known as Sunny Draco, the strongest entity in existence.
Sunny stood on the air as if it were solid granite, his hands folded behind his back. His coat, woven from the fabric of the night sky, rippled in a wind that carried the whispers of galaxies. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, tracking five streaks of light tearing through the stratosphere with physics-defying speed.
He raised his hand, his fingers brushing the ether, feeling the pulse of the dimension.
