"W-who are you?" one of the demon gods stammered, his arrogant sneer gone, replaced by a primal fear.
The aura rolling off the masked figure in the portal wasn't just powerful; it was absolute, a fundamental law of the universe that instantly made him feel like an insect before a star.
"God Cosmos! Please, save me!" Sheeren, the God of Art, cried out.
His God space was in ruins, his beautiful sculptures of light corroded and shattered.
The demons had been toying with him, whispering his deepest failures into his mind while they slowly dismantled his world.
The arrival of God Cosmos was a single ray of light in an endless, dark jungle of despair.
'You ruined my dramatic entrance, you fool,' Sunny thought with a flash of his old human annoyance.
He had been about to reply to the demon's question with a single, chilling word: 'Death'.
He stepped through the portal, his cosmic robe swirling around him.
