"That is all there is to the City of Gods for now," Sunny announced, his voice echoed across the vast city of the Gods.
He spread his arms, encompassing the gleaming spires, the bustling districts, and the endless potential of his new capital.
"I am open to any suggestions you might have. After all, this is the City of Gods, not just mine."
With that final decree, the assembly dispersed. Six billion Gods, buzzing with excitement and ambition, scattered like a flock of divine birds, eager to claim their mansions, explore the bazaars, and test the limits of their new home.
Sunny watched them go, a faint smile on his lips, before turning and walking toward the center of the city.
There, dwarfing even the grandest structures of the subordinate Gods, stood the Emperor's Palace.
It was a colossal palace woven from the fabric of the cosmos itself, a building larger than some worlds, mirroring the scale of the palace Adam had once inhabited in the ancient era.
