"You will be called Nexus," Sunny declared. With his single command, the formless black slime pulsed, and a single, nascent consciousness opened its eyes to the crumbling reality around it.
It bowed its new, formless self in reverence to its creator. Sunny explained its monumental task: to become the new heart of this realm, to bind it together and hold it back from the brink of oblivion.
Nexus nodded, and its body dissolved, not into nothingness, but into everything. It flowed into the ground, becoming a network of black, stabilizing veins that spread through the very foundations of the Realm of Advancement, its will now one with the land, water, and air.
"I should return," Sunny said, glancing at his rapidly dwindling faith. He stepped back through the portal into the serene quiet of his God space.
"Cerberus," he called. Within seconds, the hulking, three-headed hound of the Netherworld materialized before him.
