Builder stood before the holographic miniature version of the City of the Gods, his usual confidence faltering slightly.
He gestured toward the final, northernmost quadrant of the city. It was sparser than the others, less cluttered with lights from east or stalls filled bazaars from west, but each structure radiated a pressure that made the surrounding air hum.
"I would have loved to explain the Northern District, Your Majesty," Builder admitted, bowing low. "But apart from the God-Maker realm, i don't know the purpose of any other buildings. I built what you asked, but I do not know what I built."
"Thank you for your work, Builder. You may sit," Sunny said, rising from his throne. His demeanor shifted instantly.
The casual, joking Emperor vanished, replaced by a figure of authority. He knew this district was not for fun or profit; it was the forge of his empire's future.
