Valkyrie smiled and nodded, her form lifting from the ground as she floated towards the very center of this light-year-wide expanse.
There, nine massive crimson thrones, each carved from a single, solidified concept of command, were arranged in a circle.
From each throne, crimson-gold lines of pure, informational light shot out, connecting to the myriad of massive, elemental trees.
She drifted towards one of the empty thrones, her gaze sweeping over the other eight Early Creatures who were already seated.
Some were lost in deep cultivation, the faint, shimmering light of one or even multiple Principles surrounding them like halos of impossible power.
Each of them, like her, wore a crimson robe, and each of them radiated a power that was well in excess of 2000 Quadrillion!
"Any changes today?" she asked, her voice a quiet question to the empty air.
The same disembodied, monotone voice replied.
"No, Commander. Just like all the eons before. No changes."
