"Why should a king travel to the dungeons?" Sunny mused to the quiet of his God space. "The accused should be brought before the throne."
With that thought, he gave a single, silent command to Thea.
The summons was not a polite request. It was an order for these 420 different Gods, a command from a power so absolute it could not be denied.
One by one, they were wrenched from their private realms and deposited into the vast, empty void of Sunny's God space.
"Thea," Sunny commanded next, "initiate a multiverse-wide video call. All Gods. It is time for a verdict."
Across six billion God spaces, a new panel materialized, the call notification pulsing with an undeniable authority. Confused but compelled, every God joined.
Their view was immediately filled with a breathtaking and terrifying scene. In a grand, cosmic hall, the masked God Cosmos sat upon his throne.
