The Throne Room, City of Gods.
Sunny sat motionless on the Throne. The hall was silent, but for Sunny, the silence was screaming.
"Something is wrong here," Sunny whispered, his voice barely audible.
He closed his eyes, extending his senses to its absolute limit. He swept his senses across the floating continents and down into the deepest dungeons.
Nothing.
His God's Domain reported perfect order. The sensors of Thea showed no problems across his territory. The magical barriers were intact.
And yet... the feeling persisted. It was a itch on the back of his soul. It felt like a gaze was crawling over his skin. It was the distinct sensation of an intruder walking through his city, invisible to his eyes.
He sensed it due to his divine intuition, which whispered to him that something was wrong, but even it couldn't find the source of this wrongness in his territory.
