The Border of the Multiverse.
The void was silent, save for the breathing of the three Gods. Before them stood the Barrier, a wall of blue light that separated the chaotic Cosmic void, the outside world, from the sanctuary within.
It was impenetrable. It was absolute.
But then, the small, glowing butterfly flapped its wings.
"Open," Shenlong whispered through his avatar.
As the word left the butterfly's mouth, the barrier began to shudder.
It wasn't a physical impact. It was a magical resonance.
Shenlong wasn't using mana, he was channeling Hope.
The Hope of six billion worlds.
The Hope of six billion Gods.
The Hope for survival, The hope for better future, The Hope for growth, The Hope for strength....
This energy, harvested from the hearts of countless mortals and deities, was concentrated into a singularity at the tip of the butterfly's wing.
