In the vast expanse of Sunny's God space, a new creation was taking shape. It was not a demigod. It was not a world. It was a dream of billions of Gods.
"Builder," Sunny said, his voice a calm hum. He stood before a God whose form was a strange, beautiful fusion of a man and a living blueprint.
In his hands, Builder held a vast, shimmering canvas of light, upon which a celestial city was already being drawn from the lines of the faith.
"We also need a central structure, a building that will lead the Gods on the path to their own greatness," Sunny continued. "It shall be called the 'God-Maker,' and it will be the gateway to a different subspace. I will give you the remaining details of its function later."
Builder, the God of Architecture, bowed his head, his mind already calculating the beautiful geometry of such a structure. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
With a flick of his wrist, a new red mark appeared on the northernmost quadrant of the celestial blueprint.
