"So?" Sunny's voice echoed in the silent, cosmic expanse of his God space, addressing the twenty-three demigods assembled before his throne. "Any wishes? Any modifications to your talents?" 'Your Daddy is loaded', he thought, a flicker of human amusement hidden behind the inscrutable mask. He had a reputation to maintain, after all.
An absolute silence answered him. The demigods stood motionless, their heads bowed. It wasn't fear that kept them quiet, but a profound, unwavering respect. To them, whatever their creator gave was a fortune, a gift to be cherished. They held no complaints, and their humility prevented them from being the first to ask for more.
Seeing their hesitation, Sunny let out a soft chuckle, the sound echoing in the vast hall. "You guys don't like speaking? Should I take away your tongues then?" The joke, delivered with a lighthearted tone, finally broke the tension. A few of the demigods shifted, their stiff postures relaxing slightly.
