With a single, focused thought, Sunny's will surged through the 136 divine embryos. They twitched in unison, their formless energy coalescing into the shapes of their destined races.
Into each, he etched the talent to copy the powers of their kin every two hundred years, a gift for accelerated growth and the talents to give blessings. With another thought, he sent them through portals to the billion new worlds under his protection, each to a planet that housed their respective people. The demigods already on Veridia also returned to their duties, now tasked with guiding not just one world, but an entire universe of lifeforms.
Sunny leaned back on his throne and glanced at his faith reserves. He let out a low whistle. "If being rich is a crime," he chuckled to himself, "then I'd already be in jail for life."
[Faith Points: 26,021,562,123,423]
