In the center of the divine garden, six billion Gods stood in awe, their gazes sweeping over the beautiful city that was now their home.
"As you all can see," Sunny's voice boomed, a sound of proud, and welcoming authority, "the Builder Union has done a magnificent job. This city has everything you could have ever dreamed of, and perhaps even some things you haven't."
"Boss!" a voice, sharp and itching with a familiar, restless energy, cut through the silence. It was Zir.
"Is there a fighting arena here?" His hands were clenched into fists, his aura crackling.
The recent battle, where he had been forced to stand by, a helpless spectator while his Emperor was torn apart thousands of times, had lit a fire in his soul. He was furious and wanted to vent this anger somewhere.
"An arena where Gods can fight," he clarified, his voice a low growl. 'I should have been the one to die' he thought, the thought a repetitive mantra in his mind. 'Not him. I will never be that weak again.'
