The Throne Room, City of Gods.
The heavy doors of the hall were sealed. Everyone was dismissed, no Gods, no clones, no demigod.
Sunny sat on his throne, alone in the hall, the cold metal pressing against his back. He didn't meditate to comprehend the laws. He didn't review the logistics of the coming war against Belial. He didn't check the status of the Tower of Eternity.
He simply let go of everything.
He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing to a rhythmic, shallow tide. He commanded his nerves to untangle, his heartbeat to decelerate, and his senses to dim.
Within a single second, the Emperor of the Cosmos fell asleep.
It wasn't a necessity for a God to sleep; his body was capable of living for eternity without any hunger or sleep.
He could have remained awake for the next thousands or millions of years without a yawn.
But sleep was the gateway. It was the key to the only place in the multiverse where he wasn't an Emperor, but a man.
[Entering the Dream World.]
