A rare and precious quietness had settled over Sunny's God space. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there were no urgent crises, no impending demonic invasions, and no clamoring requests from his billions of subordinates.
His clones were diligently working, his demigods were handling their duties, and his faith reserves were climbing steadily. He leaned back on his throne, a sigh of relief escaping him. This, he thought, was the life he had envisioned—a peaceful, carefree life.
But just as the comfortable blanket of idleness began to settle over him, a nagging thought, a memory from his recent whirlwind of activity, pricked at his consciousness. The war. The ancient, cataclysmic war between the old Gods and the Demon Lords that Adam had described.
The thought of it wasn't painful or draining; instead, it felt like an unopened history book, a story of epic proportions just waiting to be read.
