In the center of the newly created City of Gods, the grand garden buzzed with a joyous energy.
Six billion Gods were celebrating their new unity, their voices a mixture of excitement and ambition.
But amidst the joy, one figure stood apart.
God Venus stood silently behind Sunny, his aura dim, his eyes hollow.
He felt like a ghost at a feast, a prisoner in a paradise he did not deserve. He watched the other Gods and felt a bitter distance.
They were the same during all these years. But he… he had lived these years in solitary confinement. He felt withered and utterly left behind.
"Don't you want to talk with them? Maybe eat something?" Sunny's voice broke through Venus's dark thoughts.
The Emperor waved a hand, and the reality of the garden warped. A small round table with three seats manifested, effectively distancing them off from the crowd.
