The portal, woven from pure faith, was a stable, shimmering gateway that defied the chaotic energies at the heart of the Realm of Advancement.
The moment Sunny stepped through, he felt it; a colossal, invisible hand reaching into his very soul and squeezing, draining his power at a rate of twenty billion faith points per second.
His reserves of one hundred eight trillion, a fortune that could build a thousand empires, would last him a little over ten minutes here.
"But this is more than enough time for me," Sunny said to the void. He let his own aura flare, not as a violent explosion, but as a calm, unstoppable tide of cosmic authority that washed over the entire garden, silencing the rustling leaves and stilling the flowing rivers of mana.
"Who… are you?" The voice, once a whisper that was everywhere, now coalesced into a single point, its tone no longer one of amusement, but of pure shock. It felt a presence that was not just powerful, but absolute.
