The Throne Room, City of Gods.
The twelfth Godly Hour had passed.
For Sunny, sitting on his Throne, it felt like he had lived a thousand lifetimes in the span of a single afternoon.
His consciousness, which had been moving across the planets of his universe, snapped back into his physical body.
He rolled his shoulders, his robe shifting silently against his body.
"I understand the problem," Sunny whispered, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "It isn't hunger. It isn't war. It isn't even the demons... not yet."
"The problem is Distance."
He looked at the subspace universe, where he had spent more than a century.
It was a majestic universe of 6 Billion Worlds. From a macro perspective, it looked like a unified empire. A single color. A single banner.
But when he zoomed in, the illusion of unity shattered.
Planetary Isolation.
