In the God space of Sunny, a project of breathtaking scale had finally reached its conclusion.
"Your Majesty, the city… it is complete."
The voice of Builder was a choked whisper.
He stood before Sunny's high throne, his form, trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and awe.
Behind him stood the entire Builder Union, a group of architect Gods, their faces streaked with the tears of success.
They had been working relentlessly. For them, in the accelerated bubble of their construction zone, decades had passed.
They had poured their souls, and their very essence into this, their grandest project. And it was beautiful.
"Congratulations," Sunny's voice was a warm and genuine praise that washed over them. "I knew you could build anything, if you all worked together."
