The Celestial Court.
An endless land wrapped in thick, glowing white mist known as the Origin Force.
It rolled across the ethereal ground like a slow tide, hiding the floor beneath, making everything look like a dream one might forget upon waking.
Above, the sky shimmered with countless stars, all within reach, each one pulsing softly like a heartbeat in the dark.
The Celestial Court had no edges. No walls. No roof. And yet it was complete. Whole.
In the center of this strange and sacred space stood the thrones of the gods. Each throne was vast and silent, made of divine materials no world could ever recreate.
They shimmered with the power of their owner's domains, casting faint glows in their own colors.
Around each throne were smaller divine chairs—seats of subordinate gods, demigods, and divine avatars who had reached high enough to witness the divine law-making of their pantheon.
One of these thrones belonged to God Raashim.
