While Sunny sat on his throne, basking in the glow of his newfound wealth and the endless potential of his sixteen souls, a very different situation was unfolding in the shadowed corners of his city.
The Eastern District: The Great Market.
The air here smelled of luxury, exotic items from billions of worlds and the demigods screaming about the potential of their worlds to gather investment.
It was a cacophony of commerce. Billions of beings; Gods and Demigods moved through the wide streets like a river of power.
Floating in the air, invisible to the naked eye and shielded from the omnipresent Thea by a sphere of absolute darkness, was Kairos and his three subordinates.
They were huddled together inside the Pearl of Calamity's Dark domain, their backs pressed against each other. They looked less like assassins and more like frightened rats trapped in a maze.
